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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, 

By Eachel Bahn, 

In tlie Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for 
the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. 



SHERMAN & CO., PRINTERS, PHILA.. 



PREFACE. 



The little volume here offered to the public by 
its writer, it will be proper to observe, is pub- 
lished at the earnest request of a number of per- 
sonal friends. 

The poems it contains were written un^er cir- 
cumstances of a peculiar character, and are the 
product of a mind trained in the school of more 
than ordinary affliction. During a period of 
eighteen years the writer was confined to a bed 
of sickness ; her disease being a spinal affection, 
disabling her from walking or even assuming an 
erect position on her couch of affliction. What 
renders her condition still more painful, is the 
fact that both her parents, whom she ardently 
loved, and who always faithfully provided for 
her wants, were, in the providence of God, re- 
moved by the hand of death. 

Being thus left to herself, with an affectionate 
sister as her only companion, and secluded from 
all personal intercourse with society at large, she 

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vi PREFACE. 

devoted herself, as she had previously done, to 
the reading of useful books — books of devotion 
and science — and to the composition of prose and 
poetry in both the English and German lan- 
guages, with a zeal and pertinacity truly aston- 
ishing. 

Considering the unfavorable circumstances 
under which this book was prepared, and the 
fact that its writer has not enjoyed the advan- 
tages of even an ordinary education, a discerning 
public will readily excuse any imperfection which 
niay attach to her labors. 

As the different subjects on which the poems 
treat, have been a source of rich consolation to 
the writer in her affliction, the hope is indulged 
that they Will prove equally beneficial to others, 
in similar''circumstances. 

May the book find an extensive circulation, 
and be richly crowned with the blessing of God. 

Dak^iel Ziegler. 

York, Pa., July 15th, 1869. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

I Trust in the Lord, 13 

Affliction hath Paled my Brow, 14 

I Long for My Eternal Home, 14 

Hymn for One that is Afflicted and longs to be 

at Eest, 16 

The Goodness of God, 17 

Summer-time, 18 

There is a Land of Rest, 20 

I am Tired of this Cumbrous Life, 22 

May, 23 

Sabbath-School Hymn, 24 

This World is not our Home, 25 

I'm Bound for Home, 27 

Live for Heaven, 28 

Evening Thoughts, 29 

I want to be with Jesus, 31 

Heaven, 32 

The Good shall meet in Heaven, 33 

We're trav'ling Home, 34 

The Bible, 35 

" Gome unto Me," 36 

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viii CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Chamber of Sickness, . . . ". 37 

Unto Thee I lift mine Eyes, 39 

"Save Me," 40 

" Lovest Thou Me ?" . 41 

'' Not My Will, but Thine be Done," .... 42 

" My Meditation of Him shall be Sweet," . . 43 

The Grave, 44 

Pilgrim's Hymn, 45 

" My Soul is Weary of my Life," 46 

''Up, be Doing," 47 

The Home of the Blest, 48 

The Works of God, 49 

Music, 60 

That World to Come, 51 

We All Must Die, 52 

Grief is Sent for our Good, 54 

Jesus is Ever Near, 55 

Eejoice in the Lord, 56 

Let Us turn to the Lord, 57 

The Spirits Longing, . 59 

Let me Die in Spring-time, 60 

My Heavenly Home, 62 

Accept Us, Lord, 63 

Let us Journey On, 64 

Come to Jesus, 66 

Autumn, 67 

Homeward Pass still Singing, 68 

"Are We Going?" 69 

A Call to the Sinner, 70 



CONTENTS. ix 

PAGE 

Life, 72 

There k a World of Bliss, .73 

Sinner, Eepent, 74 

Secure a Home in Heaven, 75 

'On the Other Side of Jordan," 76 

'Bearing the Cross," 77 

' Angel Whispers," 78 

'Jesus Only," 80 

Words of Consolation, . . . 81 

' that I had Wings like a Dove !''' .... 82 

'I Love the Lord," 83 

'No Tears in Heaven," 85 

'Blessed are the Pure in Heart," 86 

'Time is Short," 87 

Mount Calvary, 88 

Meet in Heaven, 90 

" The Saviour's Invitation," 91 

Weary of Life, 92 

Submission, 94 

The Beatitudes, 95 

Home in Heaven, . , . . . . . . . . 97 

We're Going Home, 98 

The Land of Peace and Love, 99 

We'll Wait till Christ Will Come, .... 100 

Lone and Weary Pilgrim, 101 

"I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is Mine," 103 

" My Home is not Here," 104 

"We shall Meet in Heaven," 105 

" I am the Good Shepherd," 107 



X CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

"Howfar isitto Heaven?" 108 

Jesus is Our Friend, ^ . 109 

«' Stand Up for Jesus," Ill 

Crossing the Kiver Jordan, 112 

To-day, 113 

The Way to Life, 115 

The Peace of God, 116 

Be Faithful unto Death, 117 

Loneliness, 118 

Prayer in Time of "War, 119 

"The Harp in Heaven," 120 

Communing with God, 122 

From Tribulation Free, 123 

" I do Love Jesus," .......... 124 

"The Better Land," 125 

Seek that Better Land, . . , 126 

Come unto Christ, 128 

"Meditating on the Cross," 129 

Live for Christ, 130 

Onward Move, 131 

Gladly will be our Meeting, 132 

Going Home to Jesus, 133 

"Nearer, my God, to Thee," 134 

Watch and Pray, 135 

"Kock of Ages," 136 

I am Going to that Land, 137 

"The Evergreen Mountains of Life," . . . . 139 

"God Shining in the Sky," 140 

Gone, 141 



CONTENTS. xi 

PAGE 

Looking to Jesus, 142 

The Silver Eiver, 143 

Joyful Longings for the Heavenly Life, . . . 144 

" The Beautiful City," 145 

The Crown of Love, 146 

Silver Drops, 147 

The Beautiful Land Above, 148 

A Floweret, 149 

Content, 151 

I Have no Parents Now, 152 

The Tears of Jesus, 154 

I Love my Saviour, 155 

I'll Cling to Jesus, . , 157 

"Simply to Thy Cross I Cling," 158 

"We All are Fading as a Leaf," 160 

Come, 161 

" Lead me to the Eock," 163 

Musings, 165 

Sing to Me, 166 

"I am Going to my Jesus," 168 

Why? 170 

The Cross and Crown, 171 

Sunset Thoughts, 173 

The Four Seasons, 174 



14 I LONG FOR MY ETERNAL HOME. 



AFFLICTION sore hath paled my brow 
In this dark world of tears, 
"With darkness all around me now, 
Fills me with grief and fears. 

But I'm submissive to God's will, 

I on his mercy call, 
I look above and know that still 

He reigneth over all. 

And if in meekness, faith and love, 

My life on earth be pass'd, 
Then a sweet home in Heaven above 

Awaiteth me at last. 



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OUNGr and beloved, I long to die 



And be from pain and sickness free, 
I long my soul to soar on high. 
My Saviour and my God to see. 

Sickness and grief have checked my mirth 
And dimm'd the brightness of mine eyes. 

There is no joy for me on earth, 
To me all gladness it denies. 



I LONG FOR MY ETERNAL HOME. 15 

To others life may all seem fair, 
But 'tis all dark and drear to me; 

'Tis full of sorrow and of care, 
1^0 joy nor happiness I see. 

But though I'm made to suffer here 
Affliction's sore and painful rod, 

Yet sweet the chast'ning strokes appear 
To those that put their trust in God. 

And when mv sufferino- here is done, 
May I then reach that healthful shore 

Where pain and sickness no more come, 
Where grief and sorrow all are o'er. 

There joys eternal shall succeed 

My earthly grief and toilsome cares. 

For there's no joy on earth so sweet 
Which with that happiness comj^ares. 

Friends sympathize with me in grief, 
They who my grief and sorrow know, 

And though they cannot give relief, 
Still they great kindness to me show. 



How gently still they come to me 
And give me consolation sweet, 

And cheering it is them to see 

They still with soothing words me greet. 



16 HYMN. 



And when life's weary days are spent, 
I hope to meet them all above, 

Where joys forever us attend, 

In that bright land of peace and love. 



FOR ONE THAT IS AFFLICTED AND LONGS TO BE 
AT REST. 

LORD, strengthen me in my distress. 
Thou hast afflicted me; 
Thou dost me in this world oj^press, 
But I submit to Thee. 

Thou know'st how frail my body is. 
And all the strength it needs; 

When shall I reach that land of bliss, 
And be from suff'ring freed? 

Fain would I have my soul at rest, 

And be released from pain. 
And dwell then with the Heavenly blest. 

With them forever reign. 

I in this world no pleasure see, 

ISTothing I feel but pain ; 
But, Lord, I yield myself to Thee, 

I shall no more complain. 



THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 17 

Grant me submission to Thy will, 
Till Thou from hence me call, 

To that sweet bliss where neither ill 
JSTor sickness me befall. 



Wilt (^m\\im of ®0i 

MY God, I glory in Thy name, 
"When all Thy wondrous works I see; 
It doth with love my heart inflame. 
For all Thy goodness shown to me. 



And Thee I never can repay 

For all the goodness Thou hast done; 
Thou art my hope, my shield, and stay: 

All good to me from Thee doth come. 

And I will glorify Thy name. 

For Thy great goodness unto me ; 

And may that pleasant theme remain 
Forever in sweet memory. 

And I sing praise to Thee, my God, 
And seek Thy face forever more. 

And may I find that rest long sought, 
Where I Thy goodness shall adore. 

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18 SUMMER-TIME. 

And^ O my spirit^ bless the Lord ! 

For good, He is the Holy One; 
May I forever praise His word — 

All goodness by His word doth come. 



jnpiS beautiful in summer-time, 

X When ever^^thing looks bright, 
And everything in beauty shines, 
Oh ! what a sweet delight. 

^Tis beautiful in summer-time, 

When, in the early morn, 
The bright and silvery dew-drops 

The flow'rs and plants adorn. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time, 
When, at the dawn of day, 

The early larks their praises sing, 
And God their tribute pay. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time. 
When the meand'ring stream, 

With music fills the ambient air, 
And breathe a joy supreme. 



S UMMER- TIME. 19 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

To hear the warbling bird; 
From early morn till eventide 

Its lovely notes are heard. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

To see the smiling field 
With golden grain in ripeness shine, 

Which shall great plenty yield. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

Beholding fruitful trees 
Weighed down with soft and mellow fruit. 

Which scents each fanning breeze. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

When, at the cooling brook. 
We sit and muse upon God's works, 

So wondrous fair and good. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

To look upon the skies, 
And see the boundless blue expanse 

In sj^lendid beauty rise. 

And in the glorious summer-time, 

'Tis pleasant to commune 
Of God, and His terrestrial works 

Our hearts with praise attune. 



20 THERE IS A LAND OF REST. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 

When, at declining eve, 
The zephyrs waft their spicy breeze, 

Through ev'ry tiny leaf. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time 
To raise our hearts to Heaven, 

And give our thanks and praise to Him 
Who hath those beauties giv'n. 

'Tis beautiful in summer-time, 

When in the bloom of life, 
To clad our hearts with garments fit 

For joys in future life. 

'Tis in that endless summer-time, 
Where's naught but joy unfurl'd. 

Where youth and beauty bloom at once 
In a fair sinless world. 



THEEE is a land of sweet delight, 
A land where those shall dwell, 
Who have obtain'd, through grace divine, 

That peace which saves from hell; 
Oh ! what a joy supremely sweet. 
Shall they enjoy who'rc pure indeed. 



THERE IS A LAND OF REST. 21 

There all the pure shall be at rest, 

In that bright land above, 
There all the perfect and the blest 

Shall meet in perfect love; 
Oh! what a joy, oh! what a peace, 
To those whose sins forever cease. 

There all the purified shall see 
What here below they sought, 

Joys that no mortal eye hath seen. 
Its sounds no ear hath caught; 

There they shall see the God of love, 

In that delightful land above. 

That is a land secure and safe 

From all intruding snares, 
Free from all guilt, and from all fear. 

Perplexity and cares ; 
There reigns the great triumphant Head, 
He who for sinners died and bled. 

'Tis sweet to know that we may have 

Assurances most sweet 
Of that bright land where troubles cease. 

Where we no discords meet ; 
Where all shall be ecstatic joy. 
Which naught can never more destroy. 

May all lift up a cheerfiil eye 
Above to that bright scene. 



22 TIRED OF THIS CUMBROUS LIFE. 

And view that bliss beyond the sky 

Where all is joy serene ; 
Where peace and righteousness are shown 
To those the Saviour here have known. 



I m Sircir 0f tl]is Cnrntaii^ f ift 

I AM tired of this cumbrous life, 
Of all its toil and care, 
Of all its tumult and its strife, 

And anguish everywhere; 
For all its joys are fleeting by, 
And heave a sad departing sigh. 

Anguish and turmoil round me are, 

Wherever I will go ; 
Sadness and grief all pleasures mar. 

In this sad life below; 
For here no lasting bliss is found, — 
No, in this world no joys abound. 

Consider mine affliction, Lord, 

For Thou canst set me free ; 
Thou canst, according to Thy word, 

Eelief give unto me, 
That I the more Thy name may praise — 
To Thee my falt'ring voice I raise. 



MA Y. 23 

Yet, Lord, thy will, not mine be done; 

I yield myself to Thee, 
Till my appointed time doth come, 

That Thou will set me free 
Of all this worldly strife below, 
Of all its anguish, grief, and woe. 



AH! lovely, lovely month of May, 
Thou art again with us, 
As beautiful, as fair and gay, 
As formerly thou w^ast. 

How beautiful thou dost appear, 

With flowers all around. 
Shedding their fragrance on the air. 

In which there's sweetness found. 

Sweet songsters greet again the ear 

With their melodious praise, 
Which cheers the heart and stirs the mind 

In thankfulness to raise. 

This is the excellence of God, 

Our straining eyes behold, 
Which teaches to our hearts prepare 

For that sweet bliss untold. 



24 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMN. 

Where joy and beauty will exceed 

The loveliness of May j 
Where sunny skies shall know no clouds 

In that eternal day. 



TO Sabbath-School I love to go, 
And say my lesson there ; 
I love to learn my Saviour know, 
Who'll hear my lisping prayer. 

I love to learn about Him much, 
Of Him I love to hear; 

He was a little child as I, 
How good, and how sincere. 

I long to be like unto Him, — 
Lord, give me strength thereto, 

To be obedient to Thy will. 
And be in all things true. 

Lord, let me live in joy to Thee, 
What's stirr'd in wilfulness, 

All disobedicDce take from me, 
A little child me bless. 



THIS WORLD IS NOT OUR HOME. 25 

For much to think and to conceive 

That here I cannot do, 
But I can love my friends most dear, 

My Lord and Saviour too. 



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AH! no, this world is not our home, 
Here we are wand'rers poor, 
Earnestly seeking, as we roam, 
That land where joys endure, 
Where we shall reach that place with joy, 
Which time can't mar nor yet destroy. 

We're sad and weary pilgrims here, 
With eyes still upward turned 

Towards that land where no more tears 
Are shed nor gladness yearned ; 

Where we shall find that happy scene 

In truth and joyousness still gleam. 

The thought of that bright happy home 

A Christian's heart must fill 
With joys, that will remain through time, 

And, growing brighter still, 
Of friendships he there will renew, 
Which shall remain forever true. 

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26 THIS WORLD IS NOT OUR HOME. 

But they're poor and lonely wand'rers, 
AVhose souls are never warmed 

With burning thoughts of that bright home 
Where all to joy is turned^ 

Beyond the '' glittering, starry sky," 

Which earthly bliss can ne'er outvie. 

They seek for pearls of priceless worth 

In the ocean of sin, — 
Thus wand'ring on without that home 

In view, where true joys beam; 
If death should call them thus away, 
In endless torment they must stay. 

The young and gay are most disposed, 

Who are in healthful bloom. 
With buoyant heart, elastic hope, 

To tread to that sad doom ; 
They meet here with inviting bliss, 
Which to the soul destructive is. 

May we all lay these things to heart, 

And view them thoroughly. 
Which will oppress the buoyant heart, 

And will teach us to be 
Prepared for that bright home above, 
Where all is joy and peace and love. 



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I'M BOUND FOR HOME. 27 

I'm §0HK& f0r f 0mt 

'M bound for home, I'm bound for home, 
Bound for that home above, 



Where all the pure in joy shall roam, 
And dwell in perfect love. 

I'm bound for home, for that sweet home 

Where weary pilgrims rest 
From all their toil and all their care, 

And be forever blest. 



I'm bound for home, I'm bound for home, 
For that sweet home of bliss. 

Where joy and gladness, peace and love. 
Shall never, never cease. 



I'm bound for home, for that sweet home 
Where there's no grief nor pain. 

Where the redeemed forever shall 
In joys supernal reign. 

I'm bound for home, I'm bound for home, 
Bound for that home on high, 

Where all the good are free from grief, 
And no more heave a sigh. 



28 LIVE FOE HEAVEN. 

I'm bound for home, for that sweet home 

Where I shall meet again 
Those happy friends who left ere I 

This world of grief and pain. 

I'm bound for home, for that sweet home 

Where my Redeemer lives, 
Forever to continue there 3 — 

Eternal rest He gives. 



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LET us live for Heaven, 
While we're remaining here, 
That we may, when we come to die, 
In its bright courts appear. 

How joyful we will be 

When we, in bright array, 
Commingle with its blessed band 

Throughout an endless day. 

Let us live for Heaven, 

Our never-ending home, 
Where youth and beauty shall at once 

In bliss eternal bloom. 



EVENING THOUGHTS, 29 

There we shall ever dwell 

With Christ our Savionr-King; 

There all our sorrows have an end, — 
Eternal praise we'll sing. 

Let us live for Heaven, 

That bright and glorious home. 
Where we shall see Emanuel's face, 

And worship at His throne. 

There we shall praise the Lord, 

And sing forever more ; 
There all is peace and love Divine, 

On that bright fadeless shore. 



iteming f l]mtgl]ts. 

THE sun is set, the day hath closed. 
And all is still and calm; 
And with its close it may have brought 

To some a soothing balm 
How fair and sweet to gaze upon 
The bright and red-tinged horizon ! 

But this bright eve may seem to some 
All murky and all drear. 



30 EVENING THOUGHTS. 

Perhaps they've followed to the tomb 

To-day some loved one dear, 
O'er whose departure they now mourn, 
Till joys again their hearts adorn. 

Though many earthly griefs have fall'n 
Around them thick and fast. 

One comfort still remains for them 
That constantly will last, — 

That God hath sent them all in love. 

Their confidence and faith to prove. 

Methinks I see afflicted ones 

This eve, as they recline 
Upon their couch of sicknesses, 

Viewing with calm resign 
The brightness of this pleasant eve, 
More lovely scenes soon to perceive. 

But may they muse on brighter scenes 
Than here their eyes behold. 

Where they shall be exempt from pain, 
And feel that bliss untold; 

May they their cheerful voices raise 

To Heaven above, their God to praise. 

Others again this closing day 
Have closed with it their life, 

And soared away on wings of love 
To realms of Paradise, 



/ WANT TO BE WITH JESUS. 31 

Where there is no declining day, 
Where all shall shine in blest array. 

O how consoling are the thoughts 
That we shall meet with them 

'Gain; if our lives are rightly spent, 
Beyond all mortal ken ; 

Where we shall meet to part no more, 

On Heaven^s fair and peaceful shore. 



I toant t0 k toiti] |tswi 

I WANT to be at home with Jesus, 
With Him I want to be; 
I want to lean upon His breast, 
And be from trouble free. 

I \Vant to be at home with Jesus, 

I want to be with Him, 
Who suffered death upon the cross 

Me to redeem from sin. 

I want to be at home with Jesus, 
Where all the good shall meet, 

To reign with Him in harmony, 
And worship at His feet. 



32 HE A VEN. 

I want to be at home with Jesus, 
To be with Him above, 

Where there no discord ever comes 
To mar our peace and love. 



IN Heaven, that delightful home. 
Where gladness ne'er shall cease, 
There all is harmony and love, 
And everlasting peace. 

There runs along its glorious path 

The river of delight, 
To gladden the departed saints — 

O what a lovely sight ! 

There fields of living green are found 

That never pass away ; 
There flowers bloom of fadeless hue. 

Throughout an endless day. 

There all the sanctified shall be 
Arrayed in raiments white, 

And reign with God the Father—Son, 
In that fair world of light. 



THE GOOD SHALL MEET IN HE A VEN. 33 

In Ileaven, that deligbtful home, 

There I desire to be, 
Where I shall never, never more 

Grief nor affliction see. 



IN Heaven all the good shall meet, 
Free from all pain, and toil, and care, 
And worship at the Saviour's feet, 
Forever in His presence there. 

There they shall sing forever more 
Jesus our Lord's redeeming love, 

And walk upon the glorious shore 
Of that delightful land above. 

No discords there shall ever come 
To mar their harmony and rest; 

There all in happiness shall bloom, 
With which they shall be ever blest. 

An entrance may we strive to gain 
Into that promised land on high, 

Forever more there to remain. 
Beneath its bright ethereal sky. 



34 WE'RE TRAVELING HOME. 

Oh ! how rejoicing it will be 

To be released from sin and pain, 

And reign in bliss and ecstasy 

In Heaven's bright and bless'd domain. 

No more affliction shall befall 

Those who have reach 'd that blissful land, 
Where sin and grief shall ne'er inthrall 

Its ever bless'd and happy band. 

At last may we all stand secure 
Amid that fair celestial throng, 

And be from sin and sorrow pure, 
And ever sing God's holy song. 



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WE'EE trav'ling to that home above, 
In brightness there to glow; 
There all shall dwell in peace and love 
Who'll serve God here below. 

Transporting bliss we all shall see 

When ent'ring in that land, 
To dwell from sin and sorrow free 

With the seraphic band. 



THE BIBLE. 35 

There all shall stand around God's throne, 
And praise His hallow'd name ; 

Adore Him still in that bright home, 
And ever with Him reign. 

There nothing comes to mar our peace, 

Or stir our quiet rest; 
There joy and gladness never cease, 

There every one is blest. 

We're trav'ling to that home above, 

We hope to meet 3'ou there. 
To join and sing God's pard'ning love, 

Exempt from grief and care. 



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THIS is the Book I highly prize. 
The Book I love to read ; 
Much joy and comfort it imparts 
To those who are in need. 

It teaches me here how to live, 

That I in after life 
From sin and sorrow may be free, 

And know no grief nor strife. 



36 ''COME UNTO ME.'' 

I'm also in this volume taught 
How to obtain that peace, 

Which gives assurance of that home 
Where gladness ne'er shall cease. 

It warns me to escape from hell, 
And here for Heav'n to live ; 

It points me to the God of love, 
Who can my sins forgive. 

Let it make clean my sinful heart, 
And guide my roving feet 

Into the path that leads to God, 
Where all the good shall meet. 



" fym MKto mc 



" Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy 
laden, and I will give you rest." — Matt. 11 : 28. 

/^OME, weary soul, come unto me, 
\j To thee, to thee I will give rest." 
These precious words Christ speaks to me. 
Speaks them to all who are oppress'd. 

"Come unto me, to me alone. 

Thy burden I will take from thee; 

I will receive thee as my own, — 

Come sinner, come, and be made free. 



CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. 37 

Sweet are these words, yes, sweet they be, 
To those who are in deep distress, 

And who must w^ade affliction's sea, 
Here in this gloomy wilderness. 

Eise, rise, my soul, and go to Him, 
For He inviteth thee to come ; 

He'll give thee rest and peace within, 
To enter His celestial home. 

There is no rest for me on earth — 
All is around me dark and drear; 

I see no gladness, joy nor mirth, 

But "come to me," my soul doth cheer. 

Jesus, to me be ever near, 

In every conflict, grief, and strife; 

Thy presence banishes all fear. 
Here in this sad and dreary life. 



CHAMBEE of sickness! in thee I must 
spend 
Many a wearisome day; 
The Lord, I trust, it in mercy hath sent. 
His powerful hand to display. 
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38 CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. 

Chamber of sickness! I'm often alone, 
My friends are withdrawn from me ; 

My thoughts are wandering then to that 
home 
Where no affliction shall be. 

Chamber of sickness ! thy sadness and gloom 
Doth darken my pathway here, 

Yet my soul doth often in brightness bloom, 
To think of that home so dear. 

Chamber of sickness! in that home above 
No pain nor sorrow shall come ; 

There saints and angels shall dwell in Grod's 
love — 
With them I desire to roam. 

Ch amber of sickn ess ! though dreary thou be, 

Yet rapturous joy I feel. 
To know that my God at last I shall see, 

Who all my sorrows can heal. 



UNTO THEE I LIFT MINE EYES. 39 



lnt0 %\n I lift mt dps. 

" Unto Thee I lift up mine eyes, O Thou that 
dwellest in the heavens." — Ps. 123 : 1. 

'^ rpO Thee I will lift up mine eyes," 

J- To Thee, to Thee alone ; 
Jehovah, hearken to my cries, 

Accept me as Thine own ; 
For there's no refage but in Thee: 

Lord, be merciful to me. 

1 will lift up mine e^^es to Thee, 
O God, Thy help impart; 

Grant peace and holiness to me. 

Make clean my sinful heart. 
" My soul reposes on Thy word ;" 
I look to Thee for help, O Lord ! 

Be Thou my comfort, shield, and stay, 
Be Thou my strength and guide; 

Be Thou my refuge, night and day; 
Let me in Thee confide, 

Alone in Thee, in Thee alone. 

Until I reach the Heavenly throne. 

My eyes, my eyes shall ever there 

Be lifted up to Thee, 
Here naught can with that joy compare 

Which there mine e'er shall be. 



40 SA VE ME. 

I shall enjoy a bliss untold, 
And e'er the face of God behold. 



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''Save me, God, by Thy name, and judge me 
by Thy strength."— Ps. 54: 1. 

^^ QAYE me, O God!" O God, save me! 

O Let me not in destruction fall ; 
From sin and sorrow make me free, 
Eternal God, to Thee I call. 

"Save me, O God!" by Thy sweet name, 
Make known in me Thy saving grace ; 

With Thy sweet love my heart inflame — 
Grant me forever Thee to praise. 

"And judge me by Thy strength," O God! 

And take this burden from my soul ; 
O let salvation be my lot ! 

O let Thy Spirit me control ! 

Blot out all my transgressions, Lord, 
And make me clean and pure within ; 

Save me according to Thy word. 
And grant me peace and joy serene. 



LOVEST THOU ME? 41 

O let me gain an entrance there, 
"Where I shall ever be with Thee, 

Where I shall in Thy glories share, 
And where from sin I shall be free ! 



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John 21 : 16. 

HAEK ! hark ! " my soul, it is the Lord;" 
Hark ! hark ! He calleth thee ; 
He speaks to thee, O ! hear His word, 
" Poor sinner, lov'st thou Me ?" 

Hark ! hark ! my soul. He calleth yet, — 

O turn ! O turn to Him ! 
In love His precious blood He shed, 

Thee to redeem from sin. 

And O my soul ! draw near to Him, 

He wiill thy sins forgive j 
And He \v\\\ purge and make thee clean, 

That thou with Him cans'"t live. 

His love is an unchanging one, 

His goodness is the same; 
Eeneath His brightness thou shalt bloom. 

If thou His kindness claim. 
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42 NOT MY WILL BUT THINE BE DONE. 

And when the work of grace is done, 
Thou shalt His glory see, 

And dwell forever at Ilis throne, 
And be ii'om sorrow free. 

I love Thee, and I long, O God, 
To love Thee more and more. 

O ! grant me grace, that I fail not 
To love Thee and adore. 



" id Hi Hill M %\m to g0iw." 

Luke 22 : 42. 

MY Lord and God, it is Thy will 
That I shall suffer much while here. 
And if Thou art " my portion still,'' 
Thy chast'ning rod I need not fear. 

" It is Thy will " that I shall here 
From joy and gladness be bereft; 

But this sweet thought my soul doth cheer, 
That Thou, my God, to me art left. 



"It is Th}^ will," and Thou dost know. 

Full well, my Lord, what's best for me; 
Here in this darksome vale of woe, 

No one from trouble shall be free. 



MY MEDITATION OF HIM. 43 

'' It is Thy will ;" I will resign 
Myself to all that Thou wilt send; 

Let on my soul Thy blessing shine, 
And heep me, keep me to the end. 



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Psalm 104 : 54. 

SWEET shall my meditation be 
'• Of Him " who reigns above ; 
'' Of Him" whom I desire to see, 
And dwell with Him in love. 

'Tis sweet to know and fear His name, 

And feel my spirit j^ure ; 
He will uj)hold my feeble frame, 

And help me to endure. 

Yes, sweet it is to think of Him 

Who is eternal God, 
Who grants me peace and joy within, 

Whose mercy faileth not. 

O Lord! continue thus to lead 

Me in the path of love, 
And make me perfect and complete 

For Thy sweet courts above. 



44 THE GRA V E. 



WHEN in the lone and silent grave, 
Naught shall disturb my quiet rest; 
From grief and pain I shall be safe, 
When lying on earth's senseless breast. 

There all to me shall be alike, 

There naught my sightless eyes can see ; 
No pain shall e'er my body strike, 

When in the silent grave I be. 

Yes, in the grave I've naught to fear. 
No grief nor woe can enter there; 

Though it doth sad and lone appear, 
Yet I do long its calm to share. 

Wrapt in the thin and pallid shroud. 

In the lone coffin I shall lay. 
And sweet repose shall be throughout, 

Until the resurrection day. 



PILGRIM' S HYMN, 45 



TAKE courage, weary pilgrims, still, 
We soon shall reach our journey's end; 
Then peace and joy our souls shall fill, 
If we do here on God depend. 

Yes, we are lonely pilgrims true, 
No resting-place we find on earth ; 

With joy our journey let's pursue, 
Till we attain our heavenly birth. 

With many trials we shall meet, 

While wand'ring in this land below. 

And sadness oft our joys sacceed, 
Yet let us not des^^airing go. 

Let's still take courage and not faint, — 
We soon shall reach that bless'd abode, 

Where wickedness can never taint 
The followers of the Lamb of God. 

Then Heavenward let us journey on, 
JSTor be discouraged on our way ; 

Soon shall our race on earth be run. 
To dwell with Christ in bright array. 



46 " MF SOUL IS WEARY OF MY LIFE." 

When in that blissful Home we are, 
We need not wander to and fro; 

From Christ we shall not part when there, 
And no more anguish we shall know. 



"Us §o»l is Mesrg of mg Pe." 

Job. 

Il/TY soul is weary of my life," 
1\J- Of its continued ill and strife. 
Do not condemn me, Oh ! my God, 
Oh ! take from me Thy heavy rod. 

Why dost Thou thus oppress my soul ! 
Oh God, my spirit still control. 
That it may not fall in despair, 
In this inconstant world of care. 

Uphold me with Thy potent hand, 
Thy mercy o'er my soul expa'nd, 
That I at last may happy be 
In that fair land of ecstasy. 

" My soul is weary of my life ;" 
Oh ! would I were free of its strife. 
Hark ! something whispers in my ear, 
Be not discouraged, God is near. 



" UP, BE DOING." 47 

Yes, God is near; He helps endure, 
And makes the drooping spirit pure, 
For His eternal courts above, 
To dwell with Him in perfect love. 



••TIP, be doing!" brethren dear, 
vJ Be not weary on your way ; 

Christ, your Saviour, calls j^ou — hear 
Come to me, go not astray. 

"Up, be doing!" and eschew 
"Every evil work" and sin ; 

Never heed earth's "scoffing; crew," 
Strive a fadeless crowm to wnn. 

"Up, be doing!" never fear, 
As you journey here below ; 

Christ, your Saviour, He is near. 
You to comfort as you go. 

"Up, be doing!" never faint 
On your onward march to God ; 

J*^ever utter a complaint 

While you w^alk the narrow road. 



48 THE HOME OF THE BLEST. 

" Up, be doing ! " soon is o'er 
All your labor and your care; 

Then you'll rest on Canaan's shore 
With the saints and angels there. 



IN yonder world is the home of the blest, 
The home of the good, the just, and the 
pure ; 
No others shall e'er inherit that rest, 

But those who the peace of the Saviour 
procure. 

There they will be safe from trouble and 
pain, 
No conflict or strife shall ever there be; 
There the Lord the blest shall for aye sus- 
tain, 
From anguish and woe they shall e'er be 
free. 

There nothing but joy and harmony is, 
In that bright and ever beautiful land; 

There shall be forever rejoicing and bliss. 
There all in joy and gladness shall stand. 



TEE WORKS OF GOD. 49 

O ! bless'd are they who shall enter that 
home, 

Which lies in the region of Heav'n above; 
There saints and angels forever shall bloom, 

In garments of mercy and infinite love. 

Let us then prepare ourselves while we 
may. 
That at last we may join that happy 
throng. 
Where we with them forever shall stay, 
And sing forever Jehovah's sweet song. 



HOW wondrous are the works of God 
To the admiring eye of man ; 
All by His potent hand were wrought, 
According to His holy plan. 

His works are charming to the eye, 
They are indeed extremely fair; 

JS^o art can with their grandeur vie; 
In them He doth His pow'r declare. 

His pow'r declare, that man may know 
That He is Lord and God of all ; 

That He created all things so. 

That none without His will can fall. 



50 MUSIC. 

When man beholds His works on high, 
How wondrous great and fair are they ; 

The gleaming stars that deck the sky, 
What charming beauty they display. 

"Let all the earth" His name proclaim. 
And make His Heav'nly goodness known, 

And view His ever bless'd domain 
With longing hearts to be His own. 




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HARK ! hark ! my spirit, hark ! what's 
that melodious sound 

Which doth thy bosom with transporting 
joys surround ? 

'Tis music, yes, delightful music, which the 
soul 

In all its actions and its sorrows doth con- 
trol. 

Music with its sweet harmonious strain 
doth fill 

The mind with ecstasy and with rejoicing 
still. 

Music cheers the sorrowful and the droop- 
ing mind, 
It doth into the heart an easy entrance find ; 



THAT WORLD TO COME. 61 

No matter how sad and how dejected it 

may be, 
It will arrest its grief with its sweet melody; 
Though short and transient, thougli fleeting 

its delight, 
It will comfort the soul and make the spirit 

bright. 

Music, with its soft and ever fascinating 

strain. 
Doth pacify, and doth "soften every pain;" 
It falls so gently and so sweetly on the ear, 
And from the heart expels all anguish and 

all fear. 
Soft note of music, O how fair and sweet 

thou art ! 
Exalted charmer and kind soother of the 

heart ! 



%\i\ M0rIJj to €mt 

THEEB is no grief nor sorrow. 
There is no toil nor care. 
There is no gloomy morrow. 
There is no anguish there; 
There all is peace and gladness, 

There all is joy and love ; 
There every one is happy, 
There in that world above. 



52 WE ALL MUST DIE. 

There shall no trouble enter, 

To mar its love and peace ; 
There is no apprehension 

That e'er its joys shall cease ; 
There never shall be weeping, 

None shall be sad or lone, 
There always is rejoicing, 

There in that world to come. 



There shall the bless'd forever 

Dwell in eternal joy. 
There naught can never, never, 

Their happiness destroy ; 
They ever shall be singing 

Praises to God alone; 
They ever shall adore Him, 

There in that world to come. 



» P mast ik 

WE all, we all must die, 
But when and where, we do, we do 
not know ; 
Our bodies soon must lie 

In the halls of the silent tomb below. 



WE ALL MUST DIE. 53 

We all, we all must die ; 

Death, bitter death will never, never spare. 
No one he passeth by'; 

He doth to all his mighty pow'r declare. 

We all, we all must die; 

Soon, soon our voices shall be still'd in 
death. 
May our souls then onward fly 

Into the land which knows no heavino; 
breath. 



We all, we all must die— 

Changes we must be undergoing then. 
When in the grave we lie. 

The spirit soars beyond all mortal ken. 



We all, we all must die, 

But when and where, we do, we do not 
know. 
Our bodies soon must lie 

In the hails of the silent tomb below. 



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54 GRIEF IS SENT FOR UR GOOD. 



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GEIEF is sent us for our good, 
Though piercing and bitter its pang 

may be ; 
The Lord will uphold us still, 
With His love our bosoms fill, 
Till He will set our bodies free. 

Grief is sent us for our good, — 
Why should we murmur 'gainst God's will? 
Our sorrows will help us endure, 
And will our spirits make pure, 
Our souls with His goodness e'er instil. 

Grief is sent us for our good, — 
We need not be afraid, for He is near, 

Our sorrowful hearts to heal ; 

He'll to us His kindness reveal. 
Our drooping spirits onward to cheer. 

Grief is sent us for our good, — 
Why should we fret and sorrow and mourn ? 

Soon our troubles will be o'er 

Upon this terrestrial shore, 
Then the bliss of Heav'n our souls will adorn. 



JESUS IS EVER NEAR. 65 



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JESUS, Jesus is ever near, 
To those who love His name j 
To those who every evil fear. 
His goodness is the same. 



He leaves His bright eternal home 
To guard His children here ; 

They never, never are alone, 
For He is ever near. 



He cheers them onward, onward still, 
Upholds them when they fall ; 

Their souls He doth with gladness fill, 
If they'll obey His call. 

And when their end is drawing nigh, 
He will bright angels send 

Into His happy home on high 
Their spirits to attend. 

My friends, let ns then strive to be 

Among His children too, 
That we at last His face may see, 

His goodness ever view. 



66 REJOICE IN THE LORD. 

" Eejoice in the Lord, ye righteous."— Ps. 97 : 12. 

REJOICE in th' Lord, ye righteous, 
Be never in dismay ; 
He is ever near to keep you 
Upon the Heav'nly way. 
His people He will never, 
No never will forsake : 
Rejoice in Him, ye blessed, 
And of His love partake. 

Cease never from rejoicing. 

And never more despair; 
Your trouble cast upon Him, 

Your burden and ^^our care ; 
And in His love and kindness 

Continue to rejoice, 
Until your blessed spirits 

Shall hear His charming voice. 

Eejoice in God forever. 

And His commands obey; 
Depart not from His pathway, 

JSTo never go astray; 
It leadeth to the mansions. 

In yonder world of bliss ; 
It leadeth to that glory 

Where gladness ne'er shall cease. 



LET US TURN UNTO THE LORD. 57 

Eejoice in th' Lord, ye righteous, 

Yoar bosoms lie will fill, 
Will fill with joy and pleasure, 

Your souls with peace instil; 
According to His wishes 

Your ppirits will control; 
He ever wnll enliven, 

And ever will console. 

Eejoice till ye shall enter 

That home of endless love. 
Where your rejoicing never 

Shall cease with God above. 
There the redeemed and happy 

Shall join you in your joy. 
And no discord shall ever 

Your union there destroy. 



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" Let us search and try cur ways, and turn again 
unto the Lord." — Lamentations 3 : 40. 

IN this our strife let's ne'er despair, 
Nor faint in this our grief; 
Our ways let's search, and ever try 
And seek in God relief, 



58 LET US TURN UNTO THE LORD. 

And He will pardon all our faults,- 

If Him we ever trust ; 
All our sorrows and toils He will 

In proper time adjust. 

Unto the Lord let us return, 

Believing in His name: 
A precious Friend He is to all 

Who may His guidance claim. 
The penitents He'll ne'er forsake, 

Their sins He will forgive, 
That they with Him in Heaven above 

In after life may live. 

He is the Lord and God of all 

Who here His need do feel; 
With His beneficence He will 

The contrite spirit heal : 
Unto Him let us then return, 

Beg pardon for our sins ; 
He will our bosoms with His love 

And tenderness make clean. 

And He will never cease to be 

Near to the drooping heart ; 
If Ave desire to be made free, 

Salvation He'll impart. 
He'll lead us safely through this world 

Of trouble and of strife, 
And He will gladly grant to us 

An ever peaceful life. 



THE SPIRIT'S LONGING. 59 

Then let us humbly turn to Him, 

And let us Him adore, 
Till we shall with Jesus walk, 

Upon sweet Canaan's shore. 
There with the angels we shall meet, 

With them forever sing 
The Heav'nly praises of our God, 

And our Eternal King. 



To whom, O Lord ! to whom shall I 
In sadness and affliction go ? 
To Thee my spirit longs to fly. 
To be exempt from grief and woe. 

I'm weary of this sinful life, 

I'm longing for a better one, 
Where shall be neither grief nor strife, 

Where all the blest in joy shall bloom. 

There my sad spirit longs to be, 

And dwell in love and joy and peace; 

To be forever, Lord, with Thee, — 

With Thee no gladness e'er shall cease. 



60 LET ME DIE IN SPRING-TIME. 

O Lord, accept my longing heart, 
In Thy shed blood let me find grace; 

Sweet peace unto my soul impart, 
Until I see Thy shining face. 

Then bright and happy I shall be, 
When to the land of God I come, 

"Where no more sorrow I shall see. 
Where I in endless bliss shall bloom. 



LET me die in spring-time, when all is 
bright and fair, 
" When rosy buds are blooming" amid the 

balmy air. 
And when they look the sweetest, then let 

me pass away 
Into that land of beauty, where is eternal 
day. 

Let me die in spring-time, when all is calm 
and bright, 

When all is crowned with beaut}^ and filled 
with sweet delight. 

And when the birds are singing their soft 
melodious song, 

Let then my spirit enter among the Heav- 
enly throng. 



LET ME DIE IN SPRING-TIME. 61 

Let me die in vspring-time, "when thickets 
all are green/' 

When in the field the flowers in all their 
charms are seen, 

And when the sky is beaming with its de- 
lightful blue, 

Oh ! let me go then gently to join the good 
and true. 

Let me die in spring-time, when beauty 
charms the eye ; 

When every one is cheerful, then let me up- 
ward fly, 

Until I reach the gateway that leadeth to 
that land 

Where is no pain or sorrow, where is a joy- 
ous band. 

There is eternal spring-time in that sweet 

land so fair, 
There every one is ha2:)py, and knows no 

grief nor care ; 
Naught shall disturb the blessed in their 

celestial home. 
Let me then hasten to them, O let me with 

them roam ! 



62 MV HEAVENLY HOME. 



MY Ileav'nly Home, my Heav'nly Home, 
For thy bright courts I'm bound; 
There shall no pain nor ever fear 

The disembodied soul surround ; 
There shall rejoicing ever be 

Upon its golden shore ; 
Those who here the Saviour love, 
Shall Him ever there adore. 



My Heav'nly Home, my Heav'nly Home, 

Thereto I long to go ; 
I long to be exempt from grief, 

From anguish and from woe. 
The angel band I long to join, 

With them His praises sing, 
Who is the Father, Lord and God, 

And everlasting King. 

My Heav'nly Home, my Heav'nly Home, 

May I thy portals eater soon, 
In which the rose of life's fair tree 

In endless bliss shall bloom } 
Its fragrancy forever shall 

The Heav'nly breezes till, 
And ever shall the happy soul 

With joyfulness instil. 



ACCEPT US, LORD. 63 

Mj Heav'nly Home, ray Ileav'nly Home, 

I long for thy sweet rest, 
I long to be among the good, 

Who 're ever to be blest ; 
Their peace shall never, never cease, 

Their joy shall never end; 
There with the happy, "loud and sweet," 

" All hearts together blend." 

My Heav'nly Home, my Heav'nly Home, 

May I thy beauties see. 
Thou " God of hosts," Thou King of kings. 

Set my weary spirit free ; 
Let her take her homeward flight, 

And bid farewell to qyqyj care; 
Take her in Thy Kingdom, Lord, 

Let her in Thy glories share. 



ACCEPT us as Thy children, Lord, 
Grant unto us eternal peace; 
Let us ever obey Thy word. 

Let still our happiness increase. 

Forsake us not, Eternal King, 

Oh I guide us through this world of care; 
Accept our off'rings which we bring, 

And keep us out of sad despair. 



64 LET US JOURNEY ON. 

Let all our sins forgiven be, 

And "make us humble, mild, and meek;" 
Let's joy and peace and gladness see, 

Salvation let us ever seek. 



Let's onward press and never fear, — 
We soon shall reach that blissful shore, 

Where saints and angels we shall hear 
Our Saviour and our God adore. 



We then shall join that happy band, 
And shall from sin be ever free ; 

With them we shall in glory stand, 
And no more grief nor anguish see. 



Stt Is Irama ®n. 

LET us sweetly journey on, journey to 
that land of peace, 
Where the gladness of the blest nor their 

harmony shall cease. 
Where the great Eternal reigns over the 

redeemed and good. 
Where He still doth feed His sheep with 
His everlasting food. 



LET us JOURNEY ON. 65 

Let us sweetly journey on, journey to that 

land of joy, 
Where the purest bliss and truth shall e'er 

be without alloy, 
"Where no discontent nor grief shall e'er 

taint its youthful bloom, 
Where the holj'- and the true shall e'er in its 

glory roam. 

Let us sweetly journey on, journey to that 
land of love. 

Where the wicked no more shall 'round the 
just and happy rove, 

Where they ever shall be free from tempta- 
tion and from woe, 

Where they ever shall be glad, and no grief 
nor sorrow know. 

Let us sweetly journey on, journey to that 

land so fair, 
Where no strife shall ever be to disturb its 

inmates there, 
Where rejoicing ever is 'mongst the sweet 

seraphic band, 
Where they ever shall around God's Eternal 

altar stand. 

Let us sweetly journey on, journey to that 

land of rest, 
Till we anchor safely there in the harbor of 

the blest, 

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66 COME TO JESUS. 

Till we join the angels sweet in their end- 
less jojfulness, 

Till we shall the glorious crown of that 
lovely land possess. 



COME, needy souls, to Jesus come, 
O! come to Him without delay; 
He will receive you as His own, 
And will instruct yon how to pray. 

Come, needy souls, to Jesus come, 
He bids you come and be made free; 

Alone in Him, in Him alone 
You shall forever happy be. 

O come to Jesus! never fear, 
He will be near you as you go ; 

Your pathway He will ever cheer, 
And keep you from distress and woe. 

O come to Jesus ! ne'er despair. 

He will that you to Him shall come; 

He'll make you free from sin and care, 
And bless you with an endless home. 



AUTUMN. 67 

Oh ! come, let us in Him rejoice, 
And ever sing His praises sweet, 

Till we shall hear His Heav'nly voice 
Bid us to come Him there to meet. 



•• rpHE melancholy days have come, 
JL The saddest of the year;" 

The autumn winds are wailing heard 
Through forests brown and sere. 

The leaves are dropping one by one, 
No more their charms are seen; 

How quickly was their beauty gone, 
How short their time had been. 

Oh ! dying nature, oh I how sad 

Doth everything appear ; 
Thy loveliness, which did make glad, 

No more the eye doth cheer. 

Hath dreary autumn now, I pray, 

Hath it no charm for me ? 
Hath it no sweetness to display 

In nature bright and free ? 



68 HOMEWARD PASS STILL SINGING. 

See, see its gorgeous tints how fair, — 
Is there no charm in them? 

Have they not beauty sweet and rare? 
Such they indeed contain. 

God's providence in them we see, — 
They teach us lessons sweet; 

They teach us to prepared to be, 
The God of love to meet. 



f 0mAaA '§m Still Singing. 

LET us homeward pass still singing, 
Never weary, on our way ; 
To our Saviour's love still clinging. 

We shall never go astray. 
Let us ever sing His praises, — 

We shall truly happy be; 
Let us ever raise our voices 
In sweet strains of harmony. 

Let us homeward pass still singing. 

And be faithful to our Lord ; 
Love and praise to Him still bringing. 

Trusting ever in His word. 
Though we oft shall meet with trials, 

Yet let us still march along. 
And be ever glad and cheerful, 

E'er in faith and love be strong. 



ARE WE GOING? 69 

Let ns homeward pass rejoicing 

That our journey soon shall end; 
Soon we shall in peace and gladness 

Join our everlasting Friend ; 
There our joys shall be forever, 

There no grief to us shall come ; 
Naught shall there our friendship sever 

From the true and Holy One. 



^u Mi ifling? 

AEE we going, ^^tndi/" going 
To our Father's house above, 
Where the angel bands are siuging 
The eternal song of love r* 

Are we wishing, '^ truly" wishing 
For His guidance as we go ? 

Are we often longing, sighing 
For His endless love to know ? 

Are we praying, ^^ truly ^^ praying 
For the favor of His peace ? 

Are we so in faith still growing 
That we Him may ever please? 

Are we longing, "//'m/z/" longing 
That His grace to us He'll give ? 

Are we willing, all forsaking, 

That in Him our hearts may live? 



70 A CALL TO THE SINNER. 

"VYe are willing, " truly'' willing, 
Take us as Thy children. Lord; 

Save us from distress and sinning, 
We'll obe}^ Thy holy word. 



COME unto the Saviour, 
He bids thee to come, 
Confessing the sins 

That thou ever hast done; 
He'll accept thee and release thee 

From anguish and fear. 
That life may no longer 
Obscurely appear. 

Come unto the Saviour, 

He'll give peace to thy soul; 
He'll in love and in mercy 

Thy spirit control ; 
Thy contrition and sorrow 

He'll never despise ; 
He'll forgive thee and grant thee 

A home in the skies. 

Come unto the Saviour, 

No longer delay; 
Implore for His mercy, 

And earnestly pray 



A CALL TO THE SINNER. 71 

That thy sins be forgiv'n, 

Though many they be, 
Through His blood, which He shed 

On the Cross for thee. 

Come unto the Saviour, 

Though narrow the road 
That leadeth to Him 

And his lovely abode; 
Make haste to accept 

His biddings so sweet: 
He truly will make 

Thy salvation complete. 

How wilt thou escape 

If thou Jesus refuse, 
Who bids thee so kindly 

That good portion to choose ? 
Oh come, needy sinner, 

And make Him thy own, 
Lest in hell thou wilt yet 

Thy condition bemoan. 

Eegard now that Saviour, 

In whom mercy is found; 
He will thy pathway with love 

And gladness surround; 
He will guide and conduct thee 

To Heaven's domain, 
Where thou wilt be happy 

With Jesus to reign. 



72 LIFE. 



HOW sad and mournful is this life I 
It is all murky and all drear; 
'Tis full of sorrow, care, and strife; 

1^0 joy dotb in the soul appear. 
My God, my G-od, grant peace to me — 
Make me from grief and trouble free. 

Direct the angels, O my God! 

To keep my spirit from all ill, 
And lead me to Thy bright abode. 

Where Thee the good are praising still. 
And where no earthly grief shall come, 
To mar the joys of that sweet home. 

This life is all a troubled sea. 

And swiftly it is passing by; 
Few are its joys, yes, few they be, 

While its fierce storms are raging high ; 
But the good Lord, He will control 
The weary and the troubled soul. 

Thou kind and blessed Saviour, come, 
O come, my wounded spirit heal 1 

In fear no longer let me roam, 

Let me Thy pard'ning mercy feel ; 

In pain and in each trying hour, 

Be Thou my comlort, shield, and tow'r. 



THERE IS A WORLD OF BLISS. 73 



THERE is a world, a world of bliss, 
Which mortal eye bath never seen, 
Where endless peace and gladness is. 
And where no grief hath ever been. 



It is a world much brighter far 
Than here we truly can believe. 

Much brighter than earth's beauties are, 
And fairer than we can conceive. 



It is all pleasant and all sweet, 

"The land of glory" and of peace; 

The good shall there no sorrow meet, 
Their joys shall never, never cease. 

There is no discontentment there 
To mar its ever peaceful bow'rs ; 

Its inmates shall no evil share. 

Like those of this sad world of ours. 

There is no winter, cold nor bleak. 
There in that fair and sunny clime; 

There all the lowly and the meek 
Shall ever in its brightness shine. 
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74 SINNERS, REPENT, 

Let us then seek for that bright Avorld, 
Which doth Heavenward, Heavenward 
lie, 

Where's naught but jo}^ and peace unfurl'd 
Unto the ever longing eye. 



Sinners, lle^ent. 

REPENT, poor sinners, O repent! 
No longer live in safety here; 
God's blessings shall you then attend, 
If you will turn and be sincere. 

Oh ! be prepared, when death doth call 
You from this wicked world of sin, 

To meet the gracious Lord of all, 
In endless joy to reign with Him. 

To gain that fair and bless'd abode 
You must repent and turn to God, 

And seek forgiveness through Christ's blood. 
Whose tender mercy faileth not. 

You know not how long life may last, 
Then turn, O turn, and w^atch and pray! 

Ere th' morrow dawns it may be past : 
Eepent, repent without delay. 



SECVRE A HOME IN HEAVEN. 75 

'Twill be your wisdom now to come 
To Christ, who died for yon and me; 

That you in endless bliss may roam, 
Throughout a long eternity. 



SECXJKE a home, a home in Heaven, 
Where friendship's tie shall ne'er be 
riv'n ; 
Where we shall see no grief nor pain, 
But shall in peace and glory reign. 

The weary shall forever rest 
There with the happy and the blest; 
And they shall sing forever more 
Praises to God and Him adore. 

There shall no parting ever come 
Into that fair celestial home : 
Oh ! what a joy, a joy 'twill be, 
To dwell in endless ecstasy. 

Secure that home without delay, 
Secure it while 'tis call'd to-day; 
To-morrow it may be too late. 
And hell may be your endless fate. 



76 " ON THE OTHER SIDE OF JORDAN.' 

Let US then call upon the Lord, 
He will, according to His word, 
Give ear unto our mournful cry. 
He will our prayers ne'er deny. 

He will a home in Heav'n us give, 
Where we eternally shall live, 
And worship Him for aye and aye. 
And never from His presence stray, 

But on His bosom shall recline. 
And in His beauties ever shine ; 
There none shall ever shed a tear. 
There all in brightness shall appear. 



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l\-^ the other side of Jordan," 
\J In that eternal home of love. 
Peace and gladness to the w^eary 
Shall ever sweet and precious prove. 

" On the other side of Jordan," 

Along its bright and limpid stream. 

There the good are ever praising 
The Saviour who did them redeem. 



^'BEARING THE CROSS.'' 77 

"On the other side of Jordan," 
In that delightsome land of rest, 

There's no pain nor discontentment — 
Its inmates are forever blest. 

" On the other side of Jordan," 
There in that ever peacefnl home, 

Where all are free from grief and sorrow, 
There's where my spirit longs to roam- 

Longs to roam with God forever. 
Upon those healthful shores above. 

Where His Son the soul refreshes 
With, with His everlasting love. 



COME, let us bear the Cross indeed. 
And trust in Christ, who us will lead; 
He'll give us strength and patience still, 
If we'll obey His gracious will. 

Submissively let's bear it, then, 
His goodness will us still sustain ; 
He will not leave us in distress, 
He e'er is willing us to bless. 

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78 ''ANGEL WHISPERS.'' 

Let's bear the Cross and ne'er repine, 
His mercy e'er doth 'round us shine ; 
He'll guide us with His tender love, 
If we'll but true and faithful prove. 

Let's bear the Cross and Christ obey, 
And firmly walk and not go 'stray; 
Let's follow Him to Calvary, 
.Where He will set our spirits free. 

Let us not groan nor ever faint, 
Bear on the Cross without complaint ; 
Our weary path shall end in peace, 
Then shall our grief and sorrow cease. 

We shall then see the bliss of Heav'n, 
Which by the blood of Christ is given; 
We shall forever 'round His throne 
Sing sweet affection's cheering tone. 



SEE that bright angel in the sky ! 
Hark ! hark! it whispers, "Be not sad, 
Thou shalt behold thy God on high, 
Where ransom'd spirits all are glad." 



''ANGEL whispers:' 79 

Dear mourner, weep, O weep no more ! 

The angel whispers, " Be resigned; 
Thoii soon shalt reach that blissful shore, 

Where thou shalt peace and gladness find." 

The angel whispers, " Calm thy fears. 
And lean upon thy Saviour's arm ; 

While passing through this vale of tears, 
He will thee safely keep from harm." 

The angel whispers comfort still. 
To thee, to thee, O weary one! 

Come and obey thy Father's will, 

Then thou shalt wear a fadeless crown. 

Amid affliction look aloft 

And see the shining angel there. 

Whispering words both clear and soft, 
Thy lone and mournful heart to cheer. 

Yes, look aloft, and courage take, 

Be not dismay'd or terrified ; 
The Lord He will for Jesus' sake 

Forgive thy sins, for which He died. 

At last He'll take. He'll take thee home 
Into His shining courts above; 

Where thou shalt with the ransom'd roam, 
And sing the Lord's redeeming love. 



80 "JESUS ONLY." 



JESUS, and -^ Jesus only^'' 
Can us assist in time of need; 
Then let us cast our cares upon Him, 
He will us safely onward lead. 

Jesus, and ^^ Jesus only,'' 

Can make our sinful spirits clean; 
He can banish all our sorrows, 

If on His mercy we shall lean. 

Jesus, in ^^ Jesus only,'' 

There is a hope for thee and me; 
And He will accept us truly. 

If we will true and faithful be. 

Jesus, in ^^ Jesus only," 

Peace and forgiveness we shall find; 
He will our sins no more remember. 

If we're in truth to Him inclined. 

Jesus, and ^^ Jesus only," 

Can cheer us on our dying bed ; 

He can calm our fears and anguish. 
And can our souls with joy o'erspread. 



WORDS OF CONSOLATION. 81 

Jesus, and '■^ Jesus only,'^ 

Let us adore with hearts sincere, 
Till we join Him in His kingdom, 

And sing His love forever there. 



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THE Lord, '* who dries the mourner's tear,' ' 
Will banish every grief and fear; 
He will the wounded spirit heal, 
His goodness and His love reveal. 

He'll not despise who'll humbly come 
All sins and wickedness bemoan; 
The tainted spirit He will free, 
That it in bliss may ever be. 

He will the -sad and lonely cheer; 
To them He will be ever near, 
With His dear love, to soothe all pain. 
And to enliven them again. 

In Him alone is comfort found, 
True peace and love in Him abound, 
And which by grace He'll freely give, 
The mournful spirit to relieve. 



82 O THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE. 

Alone on Him let us relj'-, 
And ever feel that He is nigh, 
Our poor and weary souls to bless, 
Here in this gloomy wilderness. 

Our sorrows here shall soon be o'er, 
And we shall on the golden shore 
Of Eden's land forever roam, 
And in eternal glory bloom. 



" O that I had wings like a dove; for then would 
I fly away, and be at rest." — David. 

^ ^ r\ THAT I had wings like a dove ! " 
\J Then would I fly, yes, fly away, 
"And be at rest'' with God above, — 
With Him forever would I stay. 

And no more grief then would I see, 
Among that bright celestial band, 

Who dwell in peace and ecstasy 

In Canaan's fair and healthful land. 

" O that I had wings like a dove ! " 
Then would I upward, upward fly, 

Till I would reach the gate of love, 
To that sweet mansion in the sky, 



''I LOVE THE LOUD.'' 83 

AdcI enter in its joy and peace ; 

No more distress then would I know, 
My gladness there would never cease. 

Like in this sinful world below; 

" O that I had wings like a dove !" 
How swiftly would I fly away, 

Till I in endless bliss would rove. 
And no more, no more go astray. 

Then would I sing the song of Heav'n 

Forever and forever more; 
Then would my pain away be driv'n — 

Forever would I God adore. 

"O that I had wings like a dove!" 
Then would my spirit fly away 

"And be at rest" with God above, 
Where none shall ever go astray. 



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X And Him 1 love, I love alone; 

My voice and prayers He hath heard, 
When my distress I did bemoan. 



84 "/ LOVE THE LORD.'' 

He hath inclined to me His ear, 

And grace and mercy He hath shown ; 

When I had been in grief and fear 
His loving-kindness He made known. 

And I shall call upon His name, 
And Him I ever shall revere; 

His goodness shall my soul inflame, 
" His pard'ning voice " I e'er shall hear. 

" I love the Lord " and Him adore, 
For He is good and ever kind; 

His mercy I shall e'er implore, 
And help in Him I e'er shall find. 

He doth preserve the soul from ill. 
And He doth keep it from all harm; 

With His dear love He will instil 
The hearts that lean upon His arm. 

" I love the Lord," I love the Lord, 
And Him I love, 1 love alone ; 

My voice and prayers He hath heard. 
When my distress I did bemoan. 



NO TEARS IN HEAVEN" 85 



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THEEE are no tears, "no tears in Heav'n," 
The Saviour wipes them all away ; 
There everlasting joy is giv'n, 
There none shall ever go astray. 

There are no tears, "no tears in Heav'n," 
There all is joy and peace and love; 

There shall no friendship's tie be riv'n 
Like in this world in which we rove. 

There are no tears, "no tears in Heav'n," 
No grief shall ever enter there; 

All sorrow far away is driv'n, 

There all in bliss and gladness share. 

There are no tears, "no tears in Heav'n," 
There shall no mourning ever be; 

There blessedness shall e'er be giv'n. 
There none shall pain or anguish see. 

There are no tears, "no tears in Heav'n," 
There not a tear shall ever flow; 

For that repose the saints have striv'n, 
Who are now free from sin and woe. 
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86 BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART. 

There are no tears, " no tears in Heav'n/' 
There God shall be our joy and rest ; 

The fruit of life shall there be giv'n 
To the redeemed and happy blest. 

There are no tears, " no tears in Heav'n," 
The Saviour wipes them from the eyes; 

JSTone from His presence shall be driv'n, 
No darkness e'er shall shade their skies. 



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•^"pLESS'D are the pure, the pure in 

D heart," 

For they shall see the God of love; 
To them His peace He Avill impart, 

That they in endless bliss may rove. 

" Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart," 
Jesus shall lead them to that land 

Where they shall feel no grief nor smart. 
Where they shall with the angels stand. 

" Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart," 
For they shall never grieve nor fear; 

The Lord from them shall ne'er depart, 
He will be ever, ever near. 



''TIME IS SHORT." 87 

" Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart," 
They'll onward march without dismay; 

JSTo grief shall e'er their march retard, 
Nor shall they ever go astray. 

" Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart," 
The Lord they e'er shall glorify- 

They ne'er shall from His truth depart, 
I^or shall they moan nor ever sigh. 

"Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart," 
''For they shall see the God" of love; 

To them His peace He will impart, 
That they in endless bliss may rove. 



1 Cor. 7 : 29. 



••rpHE time is short," and this we know, 
JL That death will call us soon away ; 

We soon must leave these scenes below. 
And other scenes we shall survey. 

" The time is short," let us beware. 
To trifle with its shortness still ; 

God's invitation let us hear, 
Let us obey His sovereign will. 



88 MOUNT CALVARY. 

"The time is short," let us arise 

And ask our Saviour's pard'ning grace; 

He will us truly ne'er despise, 

If we our trust in Him will place. 

"The time is short," let us attend, 
O let us, let us warning take ! 

Let then our pray'rs to God ascend, 
He will forgive for Jesus' sake. 

" The time is short," it swiftly flies, 
The hour is fast approaching on, 

When we shall "mount the upper skies," 
And ever praise the God and Son. 

" The time is short," let us rejoice, 
Let us rejoice God soon will come -, 

We soon shall hear His charming voice 
Call us into His Heav'nly Home. 



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LET us go to Mount, Mount Calvary, 
And view our dying Saviour there, 
Who's nailed to the accursed tree. 
Our sins and wickedness to bear. 



MOUNT CALVARY. 89 

Let us go to Mount, Mount Calvary, 
And bow our hearts in thankfulness, 

That thus He suffers on the tree, 
Us to redeem and us to bless. 

Let us go to Mount, Mount Calvary, 
Behold ! His bleeding hands and feet j 

What an amazing sight 'twill be 
Our blessed Saviour thus to meet ! 

Let us go to Mount, Mount Calvary, — 
Hark ! hark ! the voice of love how sweet! 

" Hark ! how He groans " upon the tree ! 
" 'Tis done ! " the ransom now is paid. 

Let us go to Mount, Mount Calvary, 
Where our dear Lord was crucified, 

Where He atoned for you and me, 
And where a painful death He died. 

Lord, there was never love like thine. 
Which Thou hast shown on Calvary j 

Oh ! let our hearts to Thee incline, 
And set our sinful spirits free. 

Come, let us join and praise the Lord, 
Let us ^'from bliss no longer rove :" 

He will our praises all record 

With His, with His redeeming love. 

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90 MEET IN HEAVEN. 



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I HOPE that we may meet in Heav'n, 
Yes, meet in Heav'n, that happy home, 
Where friendship's tie shall ne'er be riv'n, 
Where we shall e'er together roam. 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
Yes, meet upon its verdant plains, 

Where from the tree of life is giv'n 
The fruit which e'er and e'er sustains. 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
AYhere sweetest bliss we shall enjoy. 

And where all pains away are driv'n. 
And where no grief shall us annoy. 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
Where shall no strife nor anguish be, 

Where everlasting peace is given, 
And where our Saviour we shall see. 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
Where we "shall lay our armor by," 

Where v\^e with grief shall ne'er be riv'n, 
Where we the Lord shall glorify. 



THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION. 91 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
And ever walk its golden streets, 

Meet where the love of Christ is giv'n 
To all for whom He intercedes. 

I hope that we may meet in Heav'n, 
Yes, meet iu Heav'n, that happy home, 

Where friendship's tie shall ne'er be riv'n. 
And partings never shall be known. 



John 7 : 37. 

•• rpHE Saviour calls" — calls us to-day, 

X Let's hearken to His Heav'nly voice j 
No longer let us then delay, 

In His sweet name let us rejoice. 

He saith, "All thirsty, come to me, 
And drink, and drink and never die;" 

Let us to Him for refuge flee. 
He ever will our wants supply. 

O what an invitation sweet. 

The Saviour doth extend to all! 

With mercy they shall truly meet, 
Who will obey His gracious call. 



92 WEARY OF LIFE. 

He calls, He calls, He's calling yet, 
To His sweet voice let us give ear; 

He will our souls with peace o'erspread, 
And no more anguish we shall fear. 

O let us not reluctant be, 

For He doth sweetly call us still 

To come to Him and be made free. 
And to obey His sovereign will! 

Let us arise and to Him go, 

He doth w^ith love and grace abound ; 
He will exempt from sin and woe, 

In Him true happiness is found. 

No greater joy can ever be 

Than, than to know our sins forgiv'n ; 
My Christian friends, then join with me 

To praise the Lord who reigns in Heav'n. 



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WEAKY, weary of this life, 
Weary of its sin and strife, 
Here we naught but sorrow know, 
In affliction we must go ; 



WEARY OF LIFE. 93 

We its bitterness must feel 
Till the Lord will peace reveal, 
And will comfort us again, 
And will us in grief sustain. 

Sad and lone we often are, 
In this world of sin and care, 
And no comfort we can find, 
Naught to cheer the drooping mind; 
We must sadly journey on 
Till our earthly course is run, 
And if grace we then have found, 
We the " upper skies " shall mount, 

And our Saviour there adore. 

Ever and forever more ; 

And the golden streets there walk, 

Of that mercy ever talk 

Which the Lord bestowed on us. 

To extol, extol Him thus, 

In the city of sweet peace. 

Where rejoicings never cease. 

Though weary let us never sigh. 
For we soon shall dwell on high, 
And wear the crown of victory, 
And be from sin forever free; 
Soon our trials shall be past ; 
Let's be faithful to the last, 
And we'll reign with Christ above, 
In His everlasting love. 



94 SUBMISSION. 



SubmissOT. 

" The cup that my Father hath given me, shall I 
not drink it?" 

•• QHALL I not drink, not drink the cup," 
O That my dear Father gives to me ? 

He holds it — let me drink it up. 
Though sharp and bitter it may be. 

To me it very strange may seem, 
That I the bitter cup must drink; 

Yet soon my heart with joy shall beam. 
That from His cup I did not shrink. 

Then with submission let me drain, 
Yes, drain the cup my Father gives; 

Though bitterness it may contain. 
The wounded spirit it retrieves. 

" I'll drink it all ! " it comes from Thee, 
My Father, Saviour, and my King; 

With patience Thou wilt favor me, 
Hto Thy promises I cling. 

I will not murmur nor complain, 

It is Thy will, let it be done. 
The drooping soul Thou wilt sustain, 

Still with the blood of Thy dear Son. 



THE BEATITUDES. 95 

Cheerfully I'll submit to Thee, 
Oh ! let me ever faithful prove ; 

Thy cup shall not discourage me, 

Which Thou hast sent, hast sent in love. 

O Father ! be Thou " by my side !" 
I'll drink it up, drink all I need, 

Only Thy face from me " don't hide," 
Me still with Heav'nly manna feed. 



Matthew 5 : 2-12. 



^^"PLESS'D are the poor," the poor in 

jD soul. 

Theirs shall the Heav'nly Kingdom be; 
The Lord their spirits shall control, 

That they their poverty may see. 

"Bless'd" are the men who deeply mourn, 
For them the Lord shall comfort still ; 

With bliss their souls He will adorn, 
Their fainting hearts with gladness fill. 

Bless'd are the gentle, mild, and meek. 
They shall possess, possess the earth ; 

Of God's great mercy they shall speak, 
And likewise of their Heav'nly birth. 



96 THE BEATITUDES. 

Bless'd are the souls that truly thirst, 

Hunger for righteousness and peace; 
For "living streams" shall quench their 

thirst, 
And "living bread" their hunger ease. 

Bless'd are the men who mercy show, 
For they like mercy shall obtain ; 

The Grod who all their actions know, 
Will favor them with love again. 

Bless'd are the pure, the pure in heart. 
For they shall see the God of love; 

To them Ilis peace He will impart, 
That they in endless bliss may rove. 

Bless'd are the men, the peaceful men, 
Who will still quench the burning strife; 

They shall be called the heirs of Him 
Who reigns in everlasting life. 

Bless'd are the men who suffer her^ 
For Jesus Christ our Saviour's sake; 

To them He will be ever near, 

And of His joy they shall partake. 



HOME IN HEAVEN. 97 



IN Heav'n above, that glorious home, 
Where the glad angels waiting stand. 
And where none e'er shall be alone, 
There dwells an ever blessed band. 

Yes, dwells in happiness and peace, 
Upon its ever healthful shore; 

There blessedness shall never cease. 
The Lord of Host they e'er adore. 

With them my spirit longs to roam. 
To roam and ever be at rest; 

No tears are found in that sweet home. 
Its joys or gladness to molest. 

Sweet music falls upon the ear, 

There in that bright and blest abode; 

Melodious voices I shall hear, 
Extolling Christ the Lamb of God. 

May I soon reach that happy place. 
And be from sin and sorrow free; 

May I soon see my Saviour's face, 
And sing the song of liberty. 
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98 ''WE'RE GOING HOME.'' 

When to that peaceful home I come, 

Those I shall meet "who've gone before j' 

With them I shall in glory bloom, 
Forever and forever more. 



^^ TTTE'EE going home" to Heav'n above, 
VV With cheerful hearts we'll travel on 
Till we shall reach those realms of love, 
Where we shall wear the " victor's crown." 

" We're going home," where we shall meet 
Our Lord and Saviour and our King, 

Where we shall worship at His feet. 
And where His praises we shall sing. 

"We're going home," to endless rest, 
We're drawing nearer to it still ; 

We soon shall mingle with the blest, 
If we'll obey our Father's will. 

" We're going home," we're almost there. 
Its pearly gates wo have in view; 

How bright and lovely, O how fair! 
Will be its " robes of beauteous hue." 



THE LAND OF PEACE AND LOVE. 99 

'^ We're going home ! " what holy joy 
To witness that celestial scene ; 

Naught shall our blessedness destroy, 
In its sweet fields of living green. 

And we shall dwell in bliss divine, 
In endless glory we shall roam; 

"In glittering robes" we e'er shall shine, 
There in that never-ending home. 



LET us bravely onward move, 
To the land of peace and love, 

Where the Lord doth reign, 
Let us never, on our way. 
Falter, faint, or go astray; 
We shall see the glorious day. 

In His bless'd domain. 

Then in faith let us be strong, 
Cheerfully still march along. 

And no anguish fear. 
Though often trials we shall see, 
Be in distress and misery. 
Let us not affrighted be, 

For the Lord is near. 



100 WE'LL WAIT TILL CHRIST COME. 

We shall reach ere long that place, 
And behold His shining face, 

In its grandeur there, 
The thorny path let ns pursue 
With patience, and be ever true ; 
The land of glory we shall view, 

And be free from care. 

There we shall together rove. 
Peaceably in joy and love. 

And be ever blest. 
There our voices we shall raise. 
The Eternal King to praise. 
For His mercy and His grace. 

And His endless rest. 



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E'LL wait till Christ the Lord will come, 
Wait till He comes to take us home 



Into His shining courts above, 
Where all is joy and peace and love. 



We'll gladly wait till we shall hear 
The Lord in glory drawing near, 
To summon us to mount on high, 
And dwell with Him beyond the sky. 



LONE AND WEARY PILGRIM. 101 

We'll wait with patience, yes, we'll wait 
Till, in a blest and glorious state. 
We'll worship Him around His throne, 
And ever be with Him at Home. 

We'll wait, and never will despair 
Till in His glories we shall share. 
Till we shall walk the golden shore, 
And sing to Him forever more. 

There, there we shall united stand, 
In bliss and peace, at God's right hand, 
And our Redeemer ever praise 
For His redeeming love and grace. 

We'll wait till Christ the Lord will come, 
Will come to lead our spirits home 
Into His never-ending rest, 
Where naught our gladness shall molest. 



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While you journey here below, 
You shall reach ere long that City, 
Where you shall be free from woe. 
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102 LONE AND WEARY PILGRIM. 

Though you oft shall meet with trouble, 
On your homeward march to God, 

Yet the Lord He will not leave you, 
And He will forsake you not. 

Faint not, lone and weary pilgrim, 
Here your sorrows soon shall end, 

And those mansions you shall enter, 
Where doth reign your God and Friend. 

There you shall forever praise Him, 
And shall dwell with Him in love; 

Who can paint those scenes of glory 
Which you shall enjoy above ! 

Faint not, lone and weary pilgrim. 
Bravely fight your passage through ; 

For "beyond this vale" of anguish. 
There's an endless rest for you. 

There your earthly cares are ended, 
No more mis'ry you shall see ; 

With the Lord and your Eedeemer 
You shall e'er united be. 



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I AM MY BELOVED'S. 103 



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MY beloved, I am Thine, 
Let me ever faithful be; 
My beloved, Thou art mine, 
And Thy glory I shall see. 



I shall be with Thee in Heav'n, 
Where no anguish I shall know; 

Thence no more I shall be driv'n 
By the storms of sin and woe. 

My beloved, I am Thine, 

And Thou still npholdest me; 

My beloved, Thou art mine. 
And my trust I place in Thee. 

But in Thee I place my trust ; 

Thou art ready to forgive, 
And to count me with the just. 

Who with Thee shall ever live. 

My beloved, I am Thine, — 
Let me never go astray; 

My beloved, Thou art mine, 

Thou hast washed my sins away. 



104 ''MF HOME IS NOT HERE." 

Thou hast washed away my sins 
With Thy blood shed on the cross; 

With Thy love my spirit beams, 
" Sanctifying every loss." 

My beloved, I am Thine, 
And in Thee I do rejoice; 

My beloved. Thou art mine, — 

Soon ril hear Thy Heav'nly voice, 

Bid me to Thy mansions come. 
And forever with Thee reign ; 

Happ3^ stand before Thy throne, 
And ever praise Thy holy name. 



MT home, my home is not on earth, 
No, here is not my home. 
Where pain and death " delights to tread," 
And where the wicked roam. 



Though all may bright and pleasant seem, 

Here on this earthly sphere; 
Though all in happiness may gleam, 

My home it is not here. 



WE SHALL MEET IN HEAVEN. 105 

My home is where the angels reign, 
And where they praise the Lord 

Forever in His bless'd domain, 
In love and sweet accord. 

JSIo pain can ever, ever come, 

No anguish, grief, nor fear, 
Into that everlasting home, 

Where God is ever near 

I'm pressing onward to that land, 

Where I shall see His face, 
With Him in blessedness shall stand, 

Through His redeeming grace. 

And I unbounded joy shall see, 

In glory I shall bloom ; 
And I in endless bliss shall be, 

There in my. final home. 



" mt sp Ittt in Jtato." 

TF we'll the thorny path pursue, 
-■- And e'er be faithful, kind, and true, 
"We shall meet in Heaven," that land 
Where we shall e'er united stand. 



106 WE SHALL MEET IN HEAVEN, 

And our Eedeemer shall adore, 
Forever and forever more, 
Oh ! what a joyanco it will be 
When we that endless bliss shall see, 

And stand around the great white throne, 
And be eternally God's own ; 
There we shall see no more distress. 
Like in this gloomy wilderness. 

No, all our sorrows have an end 
When we shall dwell with God our Friend; 
*' Of Canaan's fruit " we then shall eat, 
No other nourishment we need. 

Let us then bravely face the storm. 
We through its tempest shall be borne 
With safety, if in God we trust, 
Who is alone the true and just. 

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Fearlessly let us launch away. 

In sin no longer let iis stay; 

Though " raging billows" round us roar, 

We soon shall land on Canaan's shore. 



"/ AM THE GOOD SHEPHERD.'' 107 



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" T'M the good shepherd/' come to Me, 
-L I'll lead you to eternal life, 

Where you in endless joy shall be, 

And know no sorrow, grief, nor strife. 



" I'm the good shepherd." follow Me, 
Yes, follow Me and do not fear; 

With tenderness both large and free, 
I will you ever onward cheer. 

" I'm the good shepherd," don't despair, 
My flock I never will forsake; 

They will be ever in My care, — 
No wickedness can them betake. 

"I'm the good shepherd," why not come, 
Not conae into My loving fold ? 

Where 3'ou shall praise Me e'er at home. 
And shall enjoy a bliss untold. 

"I'm the good shepherd," and for thee 
My precious life I have laid down; 

Without delay then follow Me, 

And you shall wear the golden crown. 



108 ''HOW FAR IS IT TO HE A YEN.'' 

"Tm the good shepherd," and how blest 
Are those who will not Me despise, 

For they shall enter My sweet rest, 
Far o'er the blue ethereal skies. 

" I'm the good shepherd," and I will 

There in green pastures feed My sheep ; 

Will them with loving-kindness still 
Safely from harm and danger keep. 



" |Dto iu is it to Irtra?" 

TELL me how far is 't to Heaven, that 
home 
Where the lone and weary pilgrim shall 
rest, 
Where in joy and glory he e'er shall roam. 
And shall forever and ever be blest ? 

O it is not far to that peaceful place ! 

No, in a moment the spirit is there, 
The Saviour to worship and ever to praise, 

Exempt from all sin, temptation, and care. 

How far is 't to Heaven, that bless'd abode ? 
Where melodious songs shall greet the ear, 



JESUS IS OUR FRIEND. 109 

Where the happy soul shall be ever with God, 
And shall know no grief, no sorrow, nor 
fear. 

O it is not far, not far to that land ! 

Where Jesus the Lord forever doth reign ; 
If for our guidance on Him we depend, 

We shall reach ere long His lovely domain. 

Then all our sorrows and troubles are past, 
Naught can disquiet our happiness there. 

When we're at home in His Kingdom at* 
last, 
We in His glories forever shall share. 

And around His throne we ever shall stand, 
With tuneful voices His praise we shall 
sing. 

And be ever a bless'd and happy band, 
In the presence of our eternal King. 



JESUS, He is our Lord and Friend; 
He is our buckler, shield, and stay; 
His blessed peace shall us attend. 
If we'll pursue the narrow way. 
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110 JESUS IS OUR FRIEND. 

He will not leave nor us forsake, 
He will be with His children still ; 

JSTo evil shall us e'er betake, 

If we'll observe His sov'reign will. 

He'll in our hearts His love display, 

To us His goodness He'll make known ; 

Our fainting souls He will array 

With garments we through Him have won. 

Keep us, O Lord ! who live in Thee, 
O keep us in Thy Heavenly way ! 

From all temptation let us flee. 
And let us never go astray. 

O let us ever watchful be ! 

And ever raise our pray'rs to God, 
And we shall Him with rapture see, 

IJp in His bright and blest abode. 

There we shall be in endless rest. 
And in His glory we shall share, 

And lean forever on His breast, 
Free from all sorrow, sin, and care. 



STAND UP FOR JESUS. Ill 



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^^ QTAISTD np for Jesus," He will be 
O Your comfort, strength, and shield ; 

His '' golden palace " you shall see, 
If to His mercy you will yield. 

" Stand up for Jesus/' and obey 

With cheerful hearts. His word divine; 

No shadow e'er shall dim your way, 
If your desires to Him incline. 

" Stand up for Jesus," bravely fight, 
Fight bravely for His realms on high, 

Where is your joy and your delight. 
And where He ever will be nigh. 

" Stand up for Jesus/' never fear, 
On you the vict'ry He'll bestow ; 

His name sincerely still revere. 

And e'er His goodness you shall know. 

" Stand up for Jesus," He will guide 
You in the path of love and peace; 

He on the cross for you hath died. 
From sin and care you to release. 



112 CROSSING THE RIVER JORDAN. 

" Stand up for Jesns," and be true, 
Be true to Him forever more; 

You soon shall Him in glory view. 
And Him forever there adore. 



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WHEN we've crossed the river Jordan, 
We then in endless bliss shall roam, 
And we shall no foe encounter, 

There in that quiet, peaceful home. 
We shall praise the Lord forever, 

And in His glories we shall share, 
Eesting ever in His mansions, 

Free from all trouble, grief, and care. 

When we've crossed the river Jordan, 

Then all our sorrows shall be o'er; 
From that place we ne'er shall wander. 

We e'er its beauties shall explore ; 
And we ever shall be singing 

The song of "Moses and the Lamb;" 
And we never shall be ceasing 

To praise His bless'd and holy name. 

When we've crossed the river Jordan, 
Then great our happiness shall be ; 

Hi that charming home in glory. 
We shall eternal gladness see; 



TO- DAY. 113 

No affliction shall assail iis 

There in that '' holy, happy land; " 
There we ne'er shall meet as strangers, 

But shall e'er united stand. 

When we've crossed the river Jordan, 

AVhen safely landed on its shore, 
We shall hear the angels chanting 

Eedemption's love forever more ; 
We shall join them in their anthems, 

Our voices shall through Heav'n resound 
With the worship of our Saviour, 

Who we've so true and loving found. 



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COMB to the Saviour, come to-day. 
Come seek Him, seek Him while you 
may; 
O do in sin no longer roam. 
Do now secure an endless home. 



He will receive you in His fold. 
Where gladness you shall e'er behold ; 
Believe on Him, He will impart 
Peace, joy, and comfort to thy heart. 

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114 TO-DAY. 

Come to the Saviour, come to-day, . 
O come to Him without dismay! 
He will be merciful to all, 
Who for redemption on Him call. 

He'll not despair, nor will disdain; 
To all His goodness He'll proclaim: 
Then come to Him, yes, truly come, 
He'll welcome you into His home. 

O come while it is call'd to-day ! 
And for forgiveness to Him pray; 
He'll make you holy, happy, blest, 
If you'll observe His high behest. 

O come and give to Him your heart I 
And never from His love depart; 
Come, walk the path that leads to Heav'n, 
Where you with storms shall ne'er be driv'n. 

Where you in joy shall ever be, 
His shining face shall ever see; 
Where you in endless peace shall reign, 
And have no sorrow, grief, nor pain. 



THE WAY TO LIFE. 115 



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"Strait is the gate and narrow is the way that 
leadeth unto life." 

ALTHOUGH the way may narrow be 
That leadeth unto God; 
Yet strive to gain an entrance free 
Into His blest abode. 

The Saviour doth invite you come, 

Oh ! hearken to His voice, 
And He will lead you safely on, 

And make you to rejoice. 

To those who walk the narrow path, 

Who once in sin did stray; 
The Saviour will give strength and faith 

To win His endless day. 

O what a precious boon it is 

To have that jewel fair! 
Which will adorn our life through this 

Dark world of sin and care. 

Come then to Christ and doubt no more, 
Though strait the gate may be; 

Yet wide enough Him to adore 
With joy and liberty. 



116 THE PEACE OF GOD. 

Come, enter in without delay, 
"Make your election sure;" 

In wickedness no longer stay, 
An endless home secure. 



LET Thy everlasting peace, 
O Lord ! upon us shine, 
Let Thy goodness never cease, 
Let all our days he Thine. 

Let us serve Thee faithfully, 
Thou ever blessed one; 

Let us, ne'er discouraged be. 
But trust in Thee alone. 



Trust in Thee, yes, in Thee trust, 
O Lord, Thou Heav'nty King ! 

Let us, with the true and just. 
Thy joyful anthems sing. 

Help us in our wanderings here, 

O let us ne'er despair! 
With Thy Spirit us still cheer 

In sorrow, grief, or care. 



BE FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH. 117 

Let Thy peace forever be 

Our comfort us we go; 
Let it be onr jubilee 

Here in this land of woe. 

Let it e'er with us remain, 

That we with Thee may roam ; 

In Thy bright and blessed domain, 
And dwell with Thee at home. 



BE true and faithful nnto death, 
A crown of life you shall receive j 
Oh ! hearken what the Saviour saith. 
He saith, " Come unto me, believe/' 

Though tribulation vou shall see, 

Yet you an endless crown shall win ; 

Shall win, and shall exempted be 

From sorrow, anguish, grief, and sin. 

Continue faithful to the Lord, 
A resting-place you shall attain, 

And ever praise and sing His word; 
With Him in Heaven you shall reign. 



118 LONELINESS. 

And never more shall sin or die, 

But shall forever happy be; 
There in that peaceful land on high, 

A crown of glory waits for thee. . 

Yes, waits for thee, all pure and bright, 

" O keep it, keep it e'er in view ;" 
■ Fight bravely on '' for truth and right," 
And for Christ's glorious Kingdom too. 

Ee true and faithful unto death, 
A crown of life you shall receive; 

It shall not wane nor ever fade, 
But it an endless light shall give. 



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SAD and lonely I am now, 
Nothing cheers my drooping mind; 
Sadness shades my throbbing brow, 

Peace nor comfort I can find; 
Seemingly so dark and drear, 
Life it hath no joys for me; 
I no loving voices hear, 
I no smiling faces see. 



PRAYER IN TIME OF WAR. 119 

How I long my spirit free 

From all loneliness and care; 
And be filled with bliss and glee, 

And be borne to Heaven fair; 
AYhere no anguish I shall know, 

And no sadness thrills my heart. 
Where in glory I shall go. 

And from Jesus never part. 

Sad and lonely I am now, 

Tears are starting from my eyes; 
None to soothe my aching brow, 

None to heave for me a sigh ; 
Yet my Saviour He is near, 

And His charming name I bless; 
Now I need no sorrow fear, 

I His love and peace possess. 



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LOED, help us in our deep distress, 
O hear our humble cry ! 
With peace again our country bless, 
Save, save us from on high. 

Preserve us from destruction, Lord, 
Our foes let them not win; 

Keep us by Thine Almighty word. 
And cleanse us from all sin. 



120 ''THE HARP IN HEAVEN.'' 

O let our flag be lifted up, 
And wave on every field ! 

In Thy salvation let us hope, 
Be Thou our guard and shield. 

Let e'er our troops successful be, 
Attend them everywhere ; 

Crown them with joy and victory, 
And let them ne^er despair. 

Encourage them in ev'ry fight 
'^The barbarous hosts" to meet; 

With cheerfulness let them unite 
The en'my to defeat. 

Our freedom let us soon enjoy. 
And know no war nor strife ; 

With thankfulness our hearts employ 
In this and yonder life. 



••rpHE harp in Heaven!" O how sweet 

X Its strains will fall upon the ear 
Of those w^ho will the Saviour meet, 
There in that bright celestial sphere ! 



''THE HARP IN HEAVEN.'' 121 

" The harp in Heaven !" O it will 
Impart an endless bliss and glee ! 

It will the soul with rapture fill 
Throughout a long eternity. 

" The harp in Heaven !" it will charm 

Forever and forever more, 
Those who are safe from sin and harm, 

Whose pain and sorrows are all o'er. 

"The harp in Heaven !" its sweet tone, 
And its grand harmonies of love 

Will cheer the inmates of that home, 
Where saints in endless joy shall rove. 

"The harp in Heaven!" be it mine, 
When my terrestrial life is past ; 

With it in glory may I shine, 

Where its rich melodies shall last. 

May I the harp-strings sweetly sound. 
There in that "land of life and light;" 

May peace and gladness me surround. 
And fill my spirit with delight. 



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122 COMMUNING WITH GOD. 



I FEEL a sweet foretaste of Heav'n, 
When I am communiDg with God^ 
I feel that my sins are forgiv'n, 
And that He's forsaking me not. 

I feel that ere long I shall be 

Exempt from temptation and care; 

That the land of God I shall see, 
And that I its glories shall share. 

I feel that my Saviour is near 
To encourage me onward still, 

When despairing ray soul to cheer, 
And me e'er with gladness to fill. 

A sweet prelibation I feel 

Of the bliss that awaiteth me there; 
Of the joys that Christ shall reveal, 

And the golden crown I shall w^ear. 

God visits me still from above. 

To my soul sweet comfort to speak; 

And to bless my heart with His love, 
To prompt me His presence to seek. 

I feel a sweet foretaste of Heav'n, 
When I am communing with God; 

I feel that ray sins are forgiv'n, 
And that He's forsaking me not. 



FROM TRIBULATION FREE. 123 



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" These are they which came out of great tribula- 
tion, and have washed their robes and made them 
white in the blo<Kl of the Lamb." — Eevelation. 

THOSE "happy pilgrims, spotless fair," 
Have reached that blessed home. 
Where they in endless joy appear, 
Around the " Great white Throne." 

From tribulation they are free, 
Their robes they have made white 

In Jesus' blood, who on the tree 
Hath for poor sinners died. 

E'o sorrow there shall cross their way, 

No anguish they shall feel; 
There they shall live in endless day, 

And wear the pard'ning seal. 

Their bless'd Eedeemer they shall view 

With anxious eyes of love, 
And praise Him with that happy crew 

That dwell in peace above. 

There with that bright seraphic band 

They shall united be; 
Their happiness shall never end, 

No trouble they shall see 



124 ''I DO LOVE JESUSy 

No "pain nor death can enter there," 
Naught e'er shall them alarm; 

All, all is lovely, sweet, and fair, 
There in that land of charm. 

They're now from tribulation free, 
The Heav'nly robe and palm 

They wear in holy ecstasy, 
With Jesus and the Lamb. 



The following stanzas were suggested on reading 
of the conversion of Abraham Lincoln, President 
of the United States. 

"I to S«te Itstts." 

^•T DO love Jesus," O how kind! 

JL In Him forgiveness all can find, 
If unto Him they'll humbly come. 
Their wickedness and sins bemoan. 

"I do love Jesus," He alone 
Can give a bright and blissful home ; 
And He can give an endless peace, 
" My heart from every sin release." 

^' I do love Jesus," truest Friend, 
His goodness shall me e'er attend; 



''THE BETTER LAND.'' 125 

He will conduct me safely through, 
Till I the land of God shall view. 

"I do love Jesus," dearest name, 
Who upon earth from Heaven came, 
To suffer death upon the tree. 
To set my sin-sick spirit free. 

'' I do love Jesus," Friend of all. 
Who will regard His Father's call; 
He will receive them as His own, 
To them His kindness will make known. 

" I do love Jesus," Him I love, 
May I soon soar to Heaven above, 
Where I shall meet Him with that band, 
Who in His endless glory stand. 



'%\t §,ttto Sanlr." 

IN that better land in glory, 
There doth reign our Lord and King; 
Ever round the golden altar 
Saints and angels sweetly sing. 

There shall come no war nor conflict 
To that land to mar its peace ; 

Shall be known no pain nor sorrow. 
Grief and troubling there shall cease. 
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126 ''SEEK THAT BETTER LAND. 

There shall pass away no gladness 
From its ever shining shore; 

Its sweet sight cannot be broken, 
It remains forever more. 

There shall be eternal summer, 
Its beauties shall forever last ; 

There the good shall ever gather, 
When their earthly life is past. 

Ever bathe their happy spirits 
In the sea of calm repose; 

Never know no fear nor trembling, 
Bliss eternal smoothly flows. 

Ever walk its streets all pearly, 
And the " Prince of Peace " adore ; 

Ever pleasures there enjoying, 
Suffer pain and sin no more. 



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SEEK that better land in glory. 
Where " the weary are at rest ;" 
Where the loved are never dying, 
But are ever with the blest. 



''SEEK THAT BETTER LAND.'' 127 

Seek it, though you shall with trials 
Meet while roaming here below; 

Often by the wicked tempted 
To remain in sin and woe. 

But be faithful, never falter, 

For life's storms will soon be o'er; 

And a sky all fair and cloudless 
Will its calmness on you pour. 

Let the hope of Heav'n encourage, 
Let it cheer you on your way ; 

Let it e'er increase your ardor 
More and more to serve and pray. 

Then your fears will all be vanquished, 
And the Lord will be your Friend; 

He will guide and He'll protect you 
Till your earthly sorrows end. 

Then He'll take you in His mansions, 

Where you shall forever dwell; 
Where you shall be never parted 
- From the friends you love so well. 



128 COME UNTO CHRIST. 



COME unto Christ the Lamb of God, 
Come let us walk the narrow road, 
Till we shall view that blissful land, 
Where naught our happiness shall blend. 

He's calling us to Him to come, 
And to secure for us a home; 
There in His shining courts above, 
And e'er enjoy His dying love. 

Let us no longer careless be; 
Let us arise and be made free 
From all our sins and ills of life, 
From all our anguish, grief, and strife. 

To us Jehovah calls aloud, 
O come, pursue the happy crowd ! 
Who've chosen Heaven for their home, 
That there with Him we e'er may roam. 

There we forever shall rejoice. 
And ever hear the Saviour's voice ; 
Sweet anthems chanting with the blest, 
And be fore'er with Him at rest. 



^'MEDITATING ON THE CROSS.'' V29 

The blissful plains we'll range around 
In Heaven, where pleasure knows no bound j 
" The rose and lily there shall stand 
In beauteous rows at God's right hand." 



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SWEET are the moments which I spend 
Before the cross where dies my Friend, 
The sinner's Friend, the Friend of all 
Who will for mercy on Him call. 

Sweet are the moments, sweet they be 
When I my dying Saviour see 
Shedding for me. His precious blood 
To "plead and claim my peace with God." 

May I but truly give my heart 
To Jesus, from Him ne'er depart, 
Freely my sins He will forgive, 
That I with Him in Heav'n may live. 

May I in all His need still feel. 
His wounds my sin-sick soul can heal; 
May I still learn to love Him more, 
On me His blessings He will pour. 



130 LIVE FOB CHRIST. 

Dearest Jesus, sufferiog Lamb, 
Who art the great, " the great I Am," 
Let Thy compassion on me shine. 
Till I behold Thy face divine. 

And I with Thee the golden shore 
Of Heav'n shall walk and Thee adore; 
Yes, Thee adore eternally. 
Exempt from sin and misery. 



OLET me live for Christ alone ! 
Let me my sins indeed bemoan, 
And trust in Him, and Him desire, 
Him ever serve and never tire. 

O yes ! for Him, for Him I'll live, 
He'll my transgressions all forgive, 
That I may gain that sweeter rest 
In Heav'n where dwelleth all the blest. 

Christ is a kind, a precious Friend, 
His love shall me through life attend; 
If I will truly faithful be. 
From every weight He'll set me free. 



ONWARD MOVE. 131 

In suffering He will be my all, 
From pain my body disintbrall ; 
Will comfort me with joy and peace, 
His blessings they shall never cease. 

No, He will ever be with me, 
Soon I the joys of Heaven shall see; 
There no more tears shall dim my eyes, 
There no more gloom shall shade my skies. 

There all my trials shall be o'er, 
There I shall sing forever more 
With those who praise His holy name, 
And His protection ever claim. 



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COME let us onward, onward move, 
Yes, move to that fair land of light; 
Its streets are paved with peace and love. 
Its gates are of the purest white. 

An entrance we may truly win, 

If we will follow Jesus here; 
Let us in early youth begin 

To serve Him and Him e'er revere. 



132 GLADLY WILL BE OUR MEETING. 

O many dear and loved ones are 
Traversing its delightful plain! 

They ever breathe its balmy air, 

And ever worship Christ, "the slain/' 

Let us then bravely move along, 
And on our way let us not faint; 

We soon shall mingle with that throng 
Whose gladness none can ever paint. 

What a rejoicing there will be, 
When we shall enter in that land, 

Where Christ our Saviour we shall see 
Amid the holy angels stand. 

Under His shadow we shall dwell, 
And ever feast upon His love; 

Our joys shall be ineffable, 

AVhen singing with the saints above. 



GLADLY will be our meeting 
In yonder world of rest ; 
Each other ever greeting 

AYith Jesus and the blest; 
There shall be no more parting, 
There friends shall ever dwell, 
And ever praise the Saviour — 
Our gladness none can tell. 



GOING HOME TO JESUS. 133 

There shall be no more sufferers, 

There all shall be in health ; 
None from the fold shall wander, 

All shall enjoy its wealth. 
In hope and expectation, 

We're waiting for the time. 
When Jesus shall us summon 

Into His blissful clime. 

What a delightful meeting 

We shall behold when there.! 
When friends each other a-reetinsr. 

Exempt from sin and care; 
We shall be ever chanting 

The song of Heav'nly love ; 
We never shall be wanting. 

Our joys shall endless prove. 



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WE'EE going home to Jesus, 
Our dear and precious Friend, 
His blessing shall attend us 

Unto our journey's end; 
We're anxiously awaiting. 

Awaiting for the time, 
When we shall sing His praises 
In His delightful clime. 
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134 ''NEARER MY GOD." 

We're going home to Jesus, 

O what an endless peace 
Our hearts shall then experience! 

Our joys shall never cease. 
'Tis comforting and cheering, 

'Tis gladd'ning to the soul 
To feel His loving-kindness 

Our spirits still control. 

We're going home to Jesus, 

O happy we shall be 
When we shall enter Canaan, 

From sin and sorrow free! 
To be at home with Jesus, 

To lean upon His breast 
Will fill us with rejoicing, 

To be thus ever blest. 



NEAEEE my God, nearer to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee, I long to come ; 
I long Thy loving face to see. 
And ever in Thy glory bloom. 

My heart is ever turned to Thee, 

Let peace and light within me shine; 

Let me be filled with ecstasy. 

With gladness, joy, and love divine. 



WATCH AND PRAV. 13B 

Nearer my God, nearer to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee I'm drawing still ; 

Never withhold a good from me, 
Yet I shall not arraign Thy will. 

All that Thou sendest unto me, 

In love and mercy Thou dost send; 

However painful it may be, 

Therewith I'll try to be content. 

My spirit reaches out to Thee, 

Thou my great comforter and stay; 

Nearer to Thee I want to be, 
And never go from Thee astray. 

On joyful wings I'll nearer soar. 
Yes, nearer soar, my God, to Thee j 

Soon I shall walk the golden shore, 
Nearer my God, my song shall be. 



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COME, let us ever watch and pray, 
Yes, pray to God, our Lord and King; 
Our hearts w^ith peace He will array, 
That joyful off' rings we may bring. 



136 ''ROCK OF AGES.'' 

O let US never faint nor fear ! 

For God will never us forsake ; 
He will be ever, ever near, 

We of His goodness shall partake. 

O let our faith in Him be strong ! 

Upon Him let us ever lean ; 
Let Jesus ever be our song, 

And feel His pard'ning love within. 

Then let us ever watch and pray, 
Our work will soon be finish'd here; 

We soon shall see the glorious day 
When pain and woe shall disappear. 

Our spirits then shall happy be, 

When we shall enter God's sweet rest; 

When His great glory we shall see, 
And live forever with the blest. 



'*%Ul\ 0f Jip/' 



T? ^^-^ ^^ Ages," Heavenly one, 
J-i' Set Thou my sin-sick spirit free, 
That I around Thy holy throne 
May ever praise and worship Thee. 



/ AM GOING TO THAT LAND. 137 

O be Thou nigh, yes, ever nigh! 

And I shall never want nor faint; 
And I shall never heave a sigh, 

JSTor ever utter a complaint. . 

Thy unexhausted love divine 

Shall cheer my soul when in distress; 

Thy endless beam of light shall shine, 
To guide me through this wilderness. 

Thou " Eock of ages," O how sweet ! 

How sweet Thy name doth sound to me! 
It is my comfort when in need, 

It still directs my path to Thee. 

O let me ever to Thee cleave ! 

And I shall not forsaken be; 
Into Thy fold Thou wilt receive 

All those that are adoring Thee. 



I 



AM g'oing to that land, ' 
Where are no pains; 



Where a bright and blessed band 
Forever reigns. 

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138 I AM GOING TO THAT LAND. 

Here no joys can me detain ; 

I'll onward go 
Till I reach its blissful plain, 
. Exempt from woe. 

There my Saviour I shall see, 

All bright and fair; 
I shall ever happy be 

When I am there : 
There no anguish, grief, nor woe. 

Shall make me sad; 
JSTo discomfort I shall know, 

I shall be glad. 

I am going to that land. 

Where is sweet rest; 
Where the saints in glory stand; 

And are e'er blest : 
Where none shall mourn nor ever grieve, 

But shall be calm; 
Where in Jesus all believe, 

And praise His name. 

There my spirit longs to be, 

There in that home, 
Where the good, all pure and free, 

In peace shall roam : 
I'll not weary on my way; ' 

I'll march along 
Till I'll sing the Ileav'nly lay 

With Jesus' throng. 



EVERGREEN MOUNTAINS OF LIFE. 139 

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'^ f\^ ^^® evergreen mountains of life," 
yj There my spirit wishes to roam ; 

Where the saints are exempted from strife, 
In that ever beautiful home. 

There's " no need of the sun " in that place, 
The Lamb forever is shioing there; 

Him its inmates forever shall praise. 
In His glories they ever shall share. 

"On the evergreen mountains of life," 

Oh! what a delectable scene; 
There's no sin, no anguish nor strife, 

There all in peace and gladness shall beam. 

There crystal streams forever shall flow 
Through valleys of jasper and gold. 

Greater blessing still to bestow, 
Its happier joys to unfold. 

Soon I shall reach that lovely abode, 
Where I never shall shed a tear; 

But shall sing with the angels of God, 
Then away with terror and fear. 

There I shall forever be glad. 
Forever walk its palace of light; 

There my. heart shall ne'er be sad. 
But shall e'er be happy and bright. 



140 ''GOD SHINING IN THE SKY. 



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GOD, He is shining in the sky, 
Behold His grandeur there! 
Behold the glittering stars on high. 
How beautiful they are ! 

Eternal wisdom there is seen. 

Eternal wonders shown ; 
Oh ! what a sweet and pleasant theme 

The Lord on earth is known. 

To Him our spirits we resign, 

His name we shall revere; 
At last around Him we shall shine. 

In His celestial sphere. 

The pearly gates of that sweet home 

With golden rivets fair, 
Shall open wide, for us to roam 

Into His glories there. 

Our bliss shall there no limits know, 
Dear friends we there shall meet! 

With greater joys than here below. 
Each other we shall greet. 



GONE. 141 



MANY a dear and loving one 
Hath gone to that sweet rest, 
In yonder glorious world, where none 
Shall ever be distress'd. 

In joy they shall forever roam, 
]N'o grief shall them dismay; 

In gladness they shall ever bloom, 
And shine in blest array. 

Why do we mourn their absence then ? 

They are but gone before; 
The}^ dwell beyond all mortal ken, 

Happy forevermore. 

We soon shall join them if we do 

The Lord on earth revere ; 
If we are faithful, good, and true. 

We e'er shall praise Him there. 

And there, with eyes unwet with tears, 
Our friends we e'er shall greet; 

No pains, no doubts, nor even fears, 
Shall us in glory meet. 

There we shall e'er be bright and free, 
No wants we e'er shall know; 

Our Heav'nly Father we shall see, 
In His great beauty glow. 



142 LOOKING TO JESUS. 



To Thee I look, I look to Thee, 
To Thee, my Saviour and my Friend; 
I'll look by faith still steadfastly, 
Till I shall reach my journey's end. 

Though trouble, sorrow, grief, and pain, 
Shall me surround while on my way, 

To Thee I look for guidance then. 

Thou art my comfort, shield, and stay. 

Let me Thy glorious face behold, 
My Saviour and my God divine ; 

Thy goodness unto me unfold. 

And call me, Lord, yes, call me Thine. 

Looking to Jesus, what a joy 

To find unceasing peace with Him ! 

]^othing that peace can e'er destroy ; 
It purifies the heart from sin. 

When my last hour on earth shall come, 
I'll look to Him with longing eyes, 

To be conveyed to that sweet home 
Which in the Heav'nly region lies. 

Then all my conflicts shall be o'er. 
No grief shall ever touch me there; 

I'll safely walk its healthful shore, 
And ever in its beauties share. 



THE SILVER. RIVER. 143 



WHEN along the river, the silver river, 
We shall walk and view its loveli- 
ness, 
Then we shall rejoice and be happy ever. 
That there we the joys of Heav'n possess. 

When along the river, the silver river, 
We shall walk and chant the songs of love, 

Then no sorrow, no grief, nor anguish never. 
Shall touch our hearts, all gladness shall 
prove. 

We along the river, the silver river, 

Shall behold its sparkling drops of peace; 

Shining so brightly, to remind us ever. 
That there our bliss shall never cease. 

We along the river, the silver river. 

With the hosts of Heaven ever shall roam. 

And gather the gems which never, no never. 
Shall fade in that ever beautiful home. 

We shall at the river, the silver river, 
Find endless rest for the weary soul; 

There the smiles of Jesus, ever and ever 
Shall guide our footsteps, us ever control. 



144 LONGINGS FOR THE HE A VENL Y LIFE. 



|0g&I f 0ii;ginp for \\t J^atenlg %\\t 

OWEEE I Lip already, 
My Saviour, were I there, 
Where angels Thee are praising, 
Up in the Heavenly sphere ; 

Where we shall see Thy brightness; 

Where we shall happy be; 
Where is no grief nor sadness ; 

Where all sing joyously ! 

There everything is charming, 
There bliss shall never cease; 

We through the blood of Jesus 
Have gained eternal peace. 

There celebrate the righteous, 
Th' unnumbered band sincere, 

With servants of the Highest, 
The great, great jubile year. 

I shall with tones most loving 

Praise Thee, my God^ when there, 

Exempt from sin and sorrow, 
Exempt from pain and care. 

My tears shall there be changed 

Into a joyful stream; 
O quiet soon my longings ! 

Let me in gladness beam. 



THE BEAUTIFUL CITY. 145 



BEAUTIFUL City in Canaan's land, 
With golden streets so bright ; 
With jasper walls and pearly gates, 
O what a glorious sight ! 

No sun, nor moon, nor twinkling star, 

Is ever needed there; 
Christ our Eedeemer is its light, 

Most lovely and most fair. 

Beautiful City, in thy midst 

The throne of God is built, 
The throne on which the Lamb doth sit, 

Who frees us from all guilt. 

Through streets of gold, the springs of life 

Shall there sublimely flow; 
There we shall drink and quench our thirst, 

And no more longings know. 

That beautiful city may we reach, 

And ever worship Him 
Who is the peace and light thereof, 

Who died us to redeem. 



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146 THE CROWN OF LOVE. 



Wilt Cr0ton 0f f 0l)t 

THE Saviour may I ever praise, 
Him may I ever own ; 
May I be clothed with righteousness, 
And be " the Lord's alone." 

Wholly to Him may I belong, 

May I be one of His 
Who'll mingle with the happy throng 

In that fair world of bliss. 

When landed on its shores above, 
From sin and sorrow free ; 

I then shall wear the crown of love 
Through all eternity. 

The crown of love, with golden gems 

Encircled all around, 
Shall be in Heav'n my portion then, 

And joys shall me surround. 

There joys supernal I shall see. 

The Lord I shall extol ; 
Shall worship Him most gratefully, 

For kindness to my soul. 



SILVER DROPS. 147 

There in the balmy breeze I'll rove, 

To recreate my heart, 
And wear the regal crown of love, 

With it I ne'er shall part. 



WMi f r0ji 



niLYEE drops are falling 
^ From the throne of grace ; 
To banish grief and sorrow, 

To give love and peace. 
They do strength and beauty, 

Bliss and joy impart 
To the tried and weary, 

To the lonely heart. 



Silver drops are charming, 

Charming to the sad ; 
Sweet and e'er refreshing. 

Making ever glad, 
Ever whisp'ring softly 

If from sin you flee ; 
You shall ne'er be fainting, 

Hapj)y you shall be. 



148 THE BEAUTIFUL LAND ABOVE. 

Silver drops are falling 

From the hand of God; 
They do fall so gently 

That we hear them not; 
They're as pure as crystal, 

Naught can purer be 
Than those silver droppings 

Which we daily see. 

Silver drops are soothing, 

Soothing in distress; 
They're ne'er without mercy, 

They e'er fall to bless; 
They shall ever cheer us, 

Keep us in the way 
That shall end in glory 

In that brighter day. 



I KNOW a beautiful land above, 
Adorned with silver and gold; 
Adorned with joy and infinite love, 
Its bliss can never be told. 

I'm bound for it, its beauties to share, 

Hapj)y my spirit shall be, 
When passing through its palaces there. 

Its grandeur ever to see. 



A FLO WE RET. 149 

I know a beautiful land above, 
Where saints forever shall reign ; 

Where they in peace and glory shall rove 
O'er its delectable plain. 

There streams of crystal brightly shall flow, 

Forever to cheer them on ; 
Pleasures they shall forever there know, 

They never shall be alone. 

I know a beautiful land above, 
Where friends are never to part, 

Where none deceitful ever shall prove. 
Where peace possesses the heart. 

I'm bound for it, I'll quickly be there, 

The robes of angels so bright 
I ever shall rejoicingly wear. 

And e'er shall dwell in delight. 



I KNOW a flow'ret sweet and fair, 
The sweetest of all flow'rs, 
Surrounded by those virtues e'er, 
Which cheer the lonely hours. 
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150 A FLOWERET. 

That flow'ret is the word of God, 
Which He to us hath giv'n 

To lighten us the narrow road 
Which leadeth unto Heav'n. 



Jesus, the door, the life, and light, 

He is the truth and way ; 
In love He'll make us pure and bright, 

Our souls with peace array. 

He says, " Come all ye unto me. 

That heavy laden are; 
From all your sins I'll make you free, 

Naught shall your gladness mar." 

Let us arise and go to Him, 

And all our sins confess; 
Soon in His glory we shall beam, 

And e'er His joy possess. 

The virtues of that flow'ret fair, 
We then in truth shall see; 

We shall behold our Maker there, 
And dwell in harmony. 



CONTENT. 151 



OMAY I truly be content ! 
The Lord " He doeth all things right;" 
He leadeth safely to that land, 

Where all is lovely fair and bright. 

Sorrow and grief shall there be o'er, 
There all in bliss supernal roam ; 

Yes, roam along that healthful shore, 
Where Sharon's rose doth ever bloom. 



Then with my lot I am content. 
My confidence in Him I place, 

Who will conduct me to the end 
With mercy and eternal grace. 



I will not murmur nor complain, 
If I have God I need not fear; 

If in my heart His spirit reign, 
I shall not sink in deep despair. 

I finally with Him shall dwell, 
Where is no turmoil and no care; 

None can the joys of Heav'n foretell, 
Which I in after-life shall share. 



152 / HAVE NO PARENTS NOW. 

There saints and angels I shall see, 

And stand with them around the throne, 

Eeholding Jesus lovingly, 

Who hath for us the vict'ry won. 

Friends there shall meet to part no more, 
No parting tear shall ever flow; 

United they shall God adore, 
And hand in hand forever go. 

I humbly will await the time 

Till I'll be summoned to that rest, 

Where I with them in joy shall shine, 
And ever be among the blest. 

To sweep the golden harp of peace, 
And sing the song of wondrous love; 

That blessedness shall never cease 
In that Eternal home above. 



I HAVE no loving parents now, 
They're calmly sleeping side by side 
Beneath the sod and the cool shades 
Of Kreutz Creek Cemetery's height : 



I HAVE NO PARENTS NOW. 153 

Naught shall disturb their quiet rest — 
Their souls, I trust, in glory rove j 

JS'aught shall their happiness molest, 
They dwell in everlasting love. 

JSTo loving parents I have now — 

O it was hard with them to part! 
They'll no more soothe my aching brow, 

JSTor ever cheer my lonely heart. 
My life is dismal, drear, and sad ; 

Sorrow and grief surround me e'er, 
Their presence no more makes me glad, 

1^0 more their voices I shall hear. 



Oft o'er their absence I do weep. 

Yet all in vain, they'll no more come; 
They sleep a sleep, a blessed sleep 

Until the resurrection's dawn. 
They are now tenants of that place. 

Where sickness they shall feel no more j 
Where Jesus they shall ever praise, 

Where toil and labor all are o'er. 



They are now from my presence gone. 
No tears shall ever dim their eyes; 

With them my spirit longs to roam. 
In that sweet home which Heav'nward 
lies, 



154 THE TEARS OF JESUS. 

I shall not see them here again, 

Discomfort "rests upon my brow;" 

To me their parting did give pain : 
I have no living parents now. 



THE tears of Jesus, loving tears, 
He at the tomb of Lazarus shed 
To banish anguish and all fears 

From those who mourn him, who were 
dead. 

"When us the pangs of trial seize," 
And "when the waves of sorrow roll;" 

For Jesus let our love increase. 

Who e'er can soothe the troubled soul. 

The tears of Jesus, pitying tears, 
Freely for fallen mankind flow, 

With sympathy He'll heljD us bear 
Our burdens in this vale of woe. 

Why should we falter or despair. 
If we have Jesus for our Friend ? 

He'll kindly for His children care, 
If they will e'er on Him depend. ^ 



I LOVE MY SAVIOUR. 155 

The tears of Jesuy, sorrowiDg tears, 
Are falling from His loving eye, 

To solace us in grief and fear, 
If we to Him for refuge fly. 

From guilty stains He'll make us clean. 
Peace in our hearts shall e'er prevail; 

Then let us ever trust in Him, 
Our faith ! O let it never fail ! 

The tears of Jesus, O what tears ! 

What tears of mercy and of love ! 
May we witli filial, godly fears 

Forever true and faithful prove. 

When Ave have landed on that plain 

Where Jesus ever, ever is, 
No tears shall flow, nor ever pain 

Shall intei'rupt our joy and bliss. 



I f 0te mg SaW0ur* 

ILOYE my Saviour, Him I love; 
He suffered on the tree. 
That I at last with Him may rove. 
Free from iniquity. 



156 I LOVE MY SAVIOUR. 

I love my Saviour, He loves me. 

And ever willing is, 
If I to Him for comfort flee, 

To fill my heart with bliss. 

I love my Saviour, I rely 

On Him in my distress; 
He looks upon me with an eye 

Of love and tenderness. 

I love my Saviour, and my voice 

To Him I ever raise 
With thankfulness, and e'er rejoice 

For His kind love and grace. 

I love my Saviour, dearest Friend, 
His love surrounds my heart ; 

And He doth ever me defend, 
And ever peace impart. 

I love my Saviour, Him I bless. 

And Him I will adore ! 
"Due praise to His great name address," 

And ever love Him more. 

I love my Saviour, O how kind 

He to His children is! 
He e'er supports the sinking mind 

With strength and peacefulness. 



I'LL CLING TO JESUS. 157 

I love my Saviour, and I soon 

With Him in joy shall be, 
Where I with Him shall ever bloom 

In spotless purity. 



Ill Clmg t0 %mL 

I'LL cling to Thee, my precious Saviour, 
If Thou art mine, who can appal! 
None can prevent Thy loving favor, 
My soul from sin to disinthrall. 

Thou can'st my frail bark keep from sinking, 

For waters deep surround it still ; 
Though bitter the draught that I'm drink- 

It is Thy own. Thy holy will. 

I'll cling to Thee, and never weary, 
Thou blessed Jesus, Friend divine, 

Though oft my path is dark and dreary, 
Yet I myself to Thee resign. 

And though my eyes grow dim with weeping. 
As I the storms of life must brave, 

Yet Thou art ever vigil keeping. 
And Thou art near and strong to save. 
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158 ''SIMPLY TO THY CROSS I CLING.'' 

I'll cling to Thee in all my sorrow, 
I'll cling to Thee in all my grief; 

Thou can'st disperse all ere the morrow, 
And to my soul give sweet relief. 

Without a murmur I shall wander 
Through this sad world of sin and woe ; 

And ever on Thy goodness ponder, 
And ever praise Thee as I go. 

And when my pilgrimage is ended. 
And I the spotless garment wear; 

Bj Thee I then shall be attended, 
And ever in Thy glories share. 

Then I shall cling to Thee forever, 

And bask my soul in Thy sweet smiles, 

Exempt "from sin and saved from error," 
Yes, saved from Satan's barb'rous wiles. 



The following stanzas were suggested on receiving 
a picture for a present, from my friend, Sue D. S., 
representing a cross encircled by the beautiful and 
touching words, '■'■Simply to Thy cross I clingy 

'^Simjlg t0 %\ii €xm | Cling/' 

^^ QIMPLY to Thy cross I cling," 

O Ever grateful off'rings bring; 
There true comfort I can find. 
That will cheer the drooping mind. 



''SIMPLY TO THY CROSS I CLING.'' 159 

It will " dry each rising tear;" 
It will banish every fear; 
It will lead to that sweet home, 
Where in bliss the good shall roam. 

" Simply to Thy cross 1 cling," 
It doth sweeten everything j 
It gives peace unto the heart, 
It kind lessons doth impart. 

Teaches of the mystic gate, 
Where the poor and desolate 
Can an entrance surely win, 
If they're purified from sin. 

"Simply to Thy cross I cling," 
Ever of Thy goodness sing. 
With Thy kindred sympathy, 
Having suffered thus for me. 

Guiding through this world of pain, 
Pointing to the golden plain, 
Where the Eose of Sharon blooms, 
And no sorrow ever comes. 

"Simply to Thy cross I cling," 
Soon my way to Thee I'll wing; 
Thou art all and Thou art mine, 
Thou art Holy and Divine. 



160 " WE ALL ARE FADING AS A LEAF.' 

Glorified my soul shall be, 
When Th}^ loving face I'll see, 
And a starry crown shall wear 
With the saints and angels there. 

" Ever to Thy cross I cling," 
Ever Heav'nly anthems singj 
There my weary days are o'er, 
1 shall rest forever more. 

Yes, forever more shall rest 
On my loving Saviour's breast, 
Ever in His glories share, 
Never know no sin nor care. 



" Mt all m laiing n a ftaf." 

'^ TT/E ^^1 ^^^ fading as a leaf," 

VV Our life is changeful and is brief, 
And in its trouble and its care, 
Yes, more or less we all must share. 

Though often painful it may be. 
Though often sorrow we may see; 
Yet let's not murmur at the God 
Who us correcteth with His rod. 



COME. 161 

"We all are fadino- as a leaf," 
May it still strengthen our belief, 
That the more we are suff'rina- here. 
The brighter shall our crowns be there. 

They're ''symbols of our liberty," 
Then let us not lament that we 
As soldiers of the cross must fio-ht 
For those sweet realms of endless liirht. 



•'We all are fading as a leaf/' 
And of our aims let this be chief, 
To be in readiness all times 
To pass into the Heav'nly climes, 

Where we shall walk the mystic shore, 
And shall be happy ever more; 
And if we "to the end endure," 
We then " shall find the promise sure." 



" And the Spirit and the .bride say, Come. And 
let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that 
is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take 
the water of life freely." — Kevelation 22 : 17. 

** mHE Spirit and the bride say, come," 

J- Prepare for that eternal home. 
Which in those blissful regions lie 

o 

Beyond the blue ethereal sky. 
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162 COME. 

There none shall ever danger fear, 
There naught but music greets the ear, 
There all the Lamb of God shall see, 
Forever more shall happy be. 

And him that heareth let him come, 
And ever worship God the Son; 
Though storm and tempest still may blow, 
In grace and knowledge let him grow. 

Though darkness often may surround 
The path that leadeth to that fount, 
Where ever flows the crimson stream 
That maketh from corruption clean. 

And him that is athirst let come, 
In sin no longer let him roam; 
Life's water let him freely take, 
And there his thirst forever slake. 

For Jesus let him ever live, 
Peace, joy, and comfort He can give; 
He is the great triumphant Head, 
Who for our sins His blood hath shed. 

We must the robe of sadness wear, 
While in this world of sin and care ; 
But in the robe of joy appear, 
When lauding on the Heav'nly sphere. 



LEAD ME TO THE ROCK. 163 

There our departed we shall meet, 
And worship at the Saviour's feet; 
And view the " fields of living green, '^ 
Where everlasting bliss is seen. 

Its beauties we shall e'er behold, 
And walk its streets of " purest gold," 
And ever wear a diadem, 
Adorned with many a sparkling gem. 



iMi Uf to % ioci 

" Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I." — 
Psalm 61 : 2. 

LEAD me, O lead me to the Eock 
That higher is than I ! 
Though storms may blow and tempests 
shock. 
On Thee I shall rely. 

If to the Eock Thou leadeth me, 

I never shall repine; 
My Saviour's face I then shall see, 

And in His glory shine. 

Though I must pass through tumults wild, 
Pass through this world of woe ; 

Thou wilt not leave Thy '^ pilgrim child" 
In darkness here below. 



164 LEAD ME TO THE ROCK. 

Lead me, O lead me to the Eock, 

Where I shall sheltered be ! 
Although the world my longings mock, 
Yet I shall flee to Thee. 

And of Thy Holy joys partake, 
And e'er Thy love possess; 

Thou wilt uphold, for Jesus' sake, 
My heart, when in distress ! 

Cheerfully I'll the burdens bear 
Which Thou seest fit to lay 

Upon my feeble frame while here. 
Thou canst all sorrow stay. 

Lead me, O lead me to the Eock! 

Some cleft there may be found 
My soul to hide from tempest's shock. 

Though billows roll around. 

In sin no longer I shall roam. 

Thou surely wilt me save ; 
My spirit soon shall be at home. 

My body in the grave. 

Seraphic music thrills the air. 

And lulls my soul to rest ; 
On angels' wings be carried there. 

And be forever blest. 



MUSINGS. 165 



THEO' this world all dark and dreary, 
I my lonely course pursue; 
Often I am sad and weary, 
Often I am happy too. 

Naught to me can bring a terror. 
If my Saviour's by my side; 

He can shield me from all error. 
If in Him I will confide. 

" Oft I taste divinest pleasure," 
When communing with my Lord; 

When reflecting on my treasure 
Which I gather in His word. 

O how sweet His peace possessing ! 

O how precious to my heart ! 
When receiving still His blessing. 

Which true comfort doth impart. 

Not in vain my soul is thirsting 
For that fountain from above, 

Cheering me when grief is bursting 
With His never-ceasing love. 



166 SING TO ME. 

How my heart with joy is beaming, 
Angels all around me hear 

Heavenly music ever streaming 
To disperse all pain and fear. 

Thus I shall continue musing 

As I daily journey on, 
Never peace nor love refusing, 

Which from God doth ever come. 

Then I shall not be rejected 

From the presence of my Kingj 

Shall be one of His selected, 
Ever shall His praises sing. 



S)' 



Sing t0 Ut 

Tune — '■'• Rest for the Weary. '^ 

SING- to me I'm sad and lonely, 
Sing to me some loving strain 
That will soothe and ever cheer me, 
And disperse all gloom and pain. 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely. 
There is joy for the lonely, 
There is joy for the lonely, 

There is joy for you. 
In the home of the Eternal, 
Where the blest and the happy 



Are together ever roaming, 



There is joy for you. 



SING TO ME. 167 

Sing to me of my dear Saviour, 

Siog to me of His sweet rest 
That remaineth in His Kingdom 

For the happy, good, and blest. 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely, &c. 

Sing to me low, soft and tender, 

Sing to me of joy and peace 
That my bosom e'er enchanteth, 

And my longings e'er increase. 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely, &c. 

Sing to me I am tired and weary. 

Sing to me O my dear friend, 
Of that bright and blessed country, 

Where no joy nor gladness end ! 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely, &c. 

Sing to me with happy voices, 

Sing to me of hope and love, 
Of that royal land of pleasure, 

Where the saints in glory rove. 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely, &c. 

Sing to me when I am dying 

Of that bliss beyond compare, 
Sing as I the portals enter 

Of Jerusalem the fair. 

Chorus, There is joy for the lonely, &c. 



168 I AM GOING TO MY JESUS. 

I with angels shall be singing 

Then glad songs of Heav'nly praise; 

Stand around the golden altar, 
And behold my Saviour's face. 

Chorus. There is joy for the lonely, &c. 



The following stanzas were suggested on receiving 
a letter from a friend announcing the death of a 
young lady, who said shortly before she died, "I'm 
soon going to my Jesus." 

"T AM going to my Jesus," 
JL 1 soon shall be with Him ! 

There no pain shall ever touch me, 
There I shall be free from sin. 

"I am going to my Jesus,'' 

He is waiting for me there; 
Here no longer I shall tarry, 

I a golden crown shall wear. 

^'I am going to my Jesus," 

I am going, yes, I go 
To His mansions where forever 

Doth the crystal fountain flow. 



T AM GOING TO MY JESUS. 169 

" I am going to my Jesus," 

In His brightness I shall shine; 

And I shall be ever singing 
Of His love and peace divine. 

" I a«i going to my Jesus," 

I am hast'ning to His home, 
Where I shall be ever happy. 

Where with angels I shall roam. 

*' I am going to my Jesus," 

He is sweetly calling me; 
Fare you well, till we in glory 

Shall each other ever see. , 

" I am going to my Jesus," 

Do not weep for me when gone ; 

Think that I am in that country, 

Where doth reign the " Three in One." 

I am now with my dear Jesus, 

I shall ever joyful be, 
I shall never faint nor weary, 

I shall live eternally. 



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170 WHY? 



WW 

WHY am I thus afflicted here? 
Why must I suffer pain severe ? 
Why must I bear the stroke so long ? 
Why must be weak? why not be strong? 

Father, Thou know'st how often I, 
In my distress, have asked Thee why 
Thy chast'ning hand dost rest on me, 
Beneath its weight must ever be ? 

Why, O my Father! dost Thou so 
Forsake me in this world of woe? 
That I might learn to cast my care 
On Thee and never more despair! 

Might learn upon Thy strength to rest, 
And e'er regard Thy high behest; 
And learn to love Thee more and more, 
Thee ever worship and adore. 

As Thou didst lead Thy people through 
The wilderness, Thy light in view, 
To show to them, to show to me 
Thy perfect love, which maketh free. 

So Thou art ever guiding me, 

A mountain height I seem to see ; 

Adown Thou biddest me to look 

'^The path of life," and then Thou spoke. 



THE CROSS AND CROWN. 171 

Have I been faithful ? " Lov'st thou Me ?" 
My only answer now must be 
A mute appeal to Thee, my God, 
That I deserve Thy chast'ning rod. 

Though seemingly alone I stand, 
[None e'er can pluck me from Thy hand; 
To whom, my Father, shall I go? 
To Thee, where peace doth ever flow. 

Thou lead'st me through a desert way, 
To wean me from affection's gay; 
And bring me nearer to Thy home, 
Where I prefer with Thee to roam. 

Soon in Thy light I hope to shine, 
Where all is ]oj and peace divine, 
Where I shall Heav'nly manna eat. 
And ever worship at Thy feet. 



WE the cross here all must bear, 
If we want a crown to wear; 
If we want with God to dwell, 
We within the foe must quell. 

Soon our pilgrimage is o'er. 
We shall suffer sin no more ; 



172 THE CROSS AND CROWN. 

We shall rest when we get there, 
In that land all bright and fair. 

We with rapture shall behold 
Saints and prophets, martyrs old ; 
Who have reached, long ere we, 
That sweet land of liberty. 

With a golden crown in view. 
Let's the Saviour still pursue; 
Let us never go astray, 
Let us walk the narrow way. 

Though it often rugged seems, 
And no brightness o'er it gleams; 
Soon " its barren sands are pass'd," 
If on God our trust we cast. 

Then we shall our Cross lay down, 
And wear a never fading crown; 
And those fields of endless flow'rs 
Shall at last, if true, be ours. 

And along the stream of life, 
Where's no sorrow and no strife ; 
We shall walk and be made glad, 
I^aught can ever make us sad. 

Jesus we shall ever praise, 
Ever see His shining face; 
And with Him shall ever live, 
He to us true joy can give. 



SUNSET THOUGHTS. 173 



Bund %\m^\U. 

BEHOLD the '^powerful king of day," 
How he is passing, passing away ! 
He is passing down in a field of gold, 
In another land his light to unfold. 

How grand and brilliant he doth appear, 
As he is passing away from here. 
Again in the early morn to rise 
From his bed in the Oriental skies. 

When his magnificence I admire, 
It's creating in me a desire 
'Gain his beauty and grandeur to see 
Euler of day majestically. 

I'm reminded of Jesus that King 
Who the great lum'nous made to bring 
Unto men peace, joy, comfort, and light, 
Making this earth fair, lovely, and bright. 

My thoughts 're now wand'ring 'way to 

that land 
Where Jesus lightens its em'rald strand; 
No night shall ever come to impair 
Its love, and peace, and harmony there. 

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174 THE FOUR SEASONS. 

There's no need for the ruler of day 
Ever disj^ensing a genial ray 
On the fields of that evergreen plain, 
Where is shining the Lamb that was slain, 

Was slain to ransom fallen mankind, — 
Him loving and gentle we e'er shall find. 
Ready and willing us to receive 
Into His courts if we will believe. 



THE budding and the blooming spring 
Doth joy and gladness ever bring; 
How merry everything doth seem 
When nature wears its garment green. 
It is the childhood of the year, 
It is the season which gives cheer; 
How merrily the bii*ds do sing 
In chorus' sweet in early spring. 
The peaches blossom very fair, 
The plums white bodices do wear; 
The elms throw down their dingy shades, 
And tint their spray with verdant blades. 
But soon those beauties pass awaj^. 
Soon they will wither and decay; 
So too our life is fleeting by, 
So too our end is drawing nigh. 



THE FOUR SEASONS. 175 

The summer doth the spring succeed, 
We often fee] its greatest heat, 
Which doth the cereal ripen fast, 
Rewarder for the work at last. 
The reapers they are working on, 
The harvest they are gath'ring homej 
And then with hearts all light and free 
They're softly tripping o'er the lea, 
With grateful hearts to Heav'n above. 
Their voices raise and sing of love 
To the great Giver of all good, 
From whence is coming all our food. 
Clouds summer into autumn weave, 
And often it the heart doth grieve 
That youthful pride is passing so, 
Must many changes undergo. 

Though autumn's coming many dread. 
Oft sadness o'er their faces spread ; 
Light grief is stealing o'er their hearts, 
When summer's ling'ring ray departs. 
It is the manhood of the year; 
Why its approach so greatly fear? 
The ripest of the seasons 'tis. 
Its grandeur greets us with a kiss. 
Proud flowers blossom everywhere, 
And whisper plenty here and there: 
From tasked trees the fruit of gold 
Hangs heavily in clusters bold. 



176 THE FOUR SEASONS. 

The foliage green is growing too, 
In color crimson to the view; 
Its summer's life is losing then 
In tints of blood like mortal men. 
Manhood in joy thus passes on, 
And nimbly treads still o'er the lawn, 
And then is slowly sinking down, 
Like autumn into winter's frown. 

The snow-flakes fast and thickly fall 

Successively like seasons all 

Upon the varied life of man, 

With chilly blasts, how drear and wan ! 

Trees with bare arms are standing there. 

Which in sweet summer look'd so fair; 

They of their garments are bereft, 

And all their beauty them hath left. 

So childhood's gone to come no more; 

How quickly were its pleasures o'er! 

And youth is gone — bright hopeful youth, 

No semblance can deceive the truth. 

And manhood's strength and pride is gone, 

And his career henceforth is done; 

Old age is here with hoary head. 

And soon will lie among the dead. 



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( 177) 



'^oesas 



IN PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH. 
BY EACHEL BAHN. 



TTTIE is '9 Fruehyohr doch so huebsch, 
VV Mit seinem greene Glaed; 
Wie wolil iin lustich alles is, 
Yah, alles is foil Fraed. 

Der bauer gebt mit frischer muth 

JS"och seiner Erewet zu; 
Er scbafft un schwitzt, un denk mol drab, 

Wie feel hot Er zu dab. 

Die Yoegel singe frueb un spofcb, 

Sie jumpe bie un ber 
TJn bringe Ibrem Scboepfer dank, 

Feel dank, feel Lob un Ebr. 

Guckt ynsbt mol selle Baebm dort draus, 

Wie bluebe sie so scboe! 
Ibr suesser g'rucb, mei Hertz erquickt. 

In fact, icb muss sell g'steb. 

( 179 ) 



180 DER SUMMER. 

Well, auy how, warms Fruehyohr kummt, 

Bin ich gepleased firstrate ] 
Die luft 's so fair un agenehm, 

Die rose so lieblich weht. 

♦ 

Nau gehne rnei gedanke nuf 

Wu's immer Fruehyohr is, 
Wu's keh feren'ring gewe duth, 

Wu's Herrlich is gewiss. 

Der Bahm des Debes bluehet dort. 

In sellem schoene dahl ; 
Wu niemand werd meh mued un matt, 

Wu niemand Leidet Quail 

Dort is keh sorges un keh noth, 

Un ah, keh dravel meh; 
Sie singe all doh kenne mier 

In grosse Fraede geh. 



DEE summer is 'n schoene zeit, 
Mer is foil Fraed un' Herrlichkeit 
Die felder gucke frisch un' nice, 
Un' alles holt 'n guter price. 



DER SUMMER. 181 

Die Kreutz Creek Valley, O wie sehoe ! 
In fact mier muesse sell all g'steh, 
Keh echoener dahl zu finiie is, 
Uf weit un' braet, sell is gewiss. 

Nell schoener kennts yoh wohl net sei; 
Die luft sie kummt so frisch herbei, 
'S macht 'm sei Hertz gewiss recht weit, 
In derer agenehme zeit. 

Die Baehm sie stehne all foil Lab, 
^S is 'n scboene wunner Gab, 
Dass Gott das Erdreicb zieret so, 
Mit dem dass macbet uns so frob. 

Die blume bluebe ab recbt seboe, 
Wie lieblicb dubne sie dob steb ; 
TJn' wann mer sie betracbte dubt 
Dann fiUe sie des Hertz mit rautb. 

Die amsbel singt so buebscb un' feib, 
Die lercb sie dubt ibr lied ab neib; 
Sie Lobe Gott un' sin foil lusbt 
Mit dank sie fiUe unsere brusbt. 

Die lent sie maebe now des grass, 
Sie maebe bis sie sin gans nass; 
Sie sin yetz drab mit g'sicbter rotb 
Fun moregets frueb bis owets spotb. 

IP) 



182 DER SUMMER. 



Do gebt 's fuhcler for das fieh, 
Fergnuegt un' froehlich schaffe sie; 
Ich sank der sie recht busy sin, 
Bis sie hens in daeh scheurer drin. 



Die ehrn sie is ah now bal doh, 
G-aeiil werd der halme un' wie froh 
Geht noh der bauer noch 'm feld, 
Zu schneide was for ihn is g'stellt. 



Wann er macht fertig un' is mued, 
Luss danke ihn for Gottes giiet, 
Dass Eribn g'sund erhalte hut, 
Net kumme g'lusst in grosse noth. 

Denkt awer was'n lusht un' schein, 
Werd dort in Christie Garte sein, 
Wu's immer summer is un' schoe, 
Wu Er werd immer mit uns geh. 

0, lus^ 's unser glueck doch sei ! 
Dass mier fun suende werre frei, 
Un' trage unsere Pahne dort, 
In grosse Fraede immerfort. 



DER HER'BST. 183 



gcr fcrtet. 



'S 



IS noch net long cloth war die bitz 



So gross mer hut erbaermlich g'sch- 
witzt, 
Die luft is awer net meh schwuel, 
Ich sank der sis shund ordlich kuehl. 

'S fire kann mer any how 
Gewiss recht guht fertrage now, 
'S wetter wechselt uft un' g'schwindt, 
Un' lift mer net zufriede sind. 

Die voegel singe ah net meh, 
Sie sin now fort sell muss mer g'steh ; 
Wu sie die climate suhte duht, 
Doh singe sie mit frischem muth. 

Der herbst mit seinem gaehle glaed, 
Is now bei uns un 'uns ah draeth, 
Dass er eb long uns wisse lust, 
Dass er uns b'suche will mit froscht. 

Die leut sie hockes' welshcozn ab, 
'S is 'n rechte guhte crop, 
Un' wann's daer genunk werd sei, 
Nob bashte sies un' fahres eih. 



184 DER HE REST. 

Un' moregets Avann 's reifich is, 
Doh gebt 's kalte finger g'wiss, 
Lust yuslit net falle eier muth, 
Noh geht 's alles recht un guht. 

Sie sommele ah die aepple shun, 
Des yohr hut ^s gahr net fiel dafun ; 
'S werd ah eppes cider g'macht, 
Lodwerrick gekocht for fraede g'lacht. 

Die Erd is now bedeckt mit lab 
Dass fun die Baehm is g'falle ab, 
Un' mit dem stoub sich mixe duht 
Wu haer 's kummt un 'ah now ruht. 

Die blume bluehe ah net meh, 

Sie duhne now ferwelkt doh steh, 

In fact sie stehne draurig dort, 

Dem yohr sei schoener schmuck is fort. 

So nemmt 's 'n end mit uns a'mohl, 
Un' dann wie herrlich un' wie wohl, 
Wann mier bereit sin eih zu geh, 
In Gottes Reich, oh ! dann wie schoe. 

Dort werre mier dann froelich sei, 
Un' Lobe immer Gott dobei. 
Yah, Lobe Ihn in seilem ort, 
Wu Fraede waehre immerfort. 



DER WINTER. 185 



gtr Minte. 



DER winter is now werklich doh. 
Was is 's drum 'n kaelt ! 
Der wind, horch yiisht, wie er drum bloss'd, 
Er bloss'd wie alle welt. 

Gar nix for ihm fersichert is, 

Er nemmt sei aegner waek, 
Dorch ennich rissly geht er neih, 

Un geht ah nuf die staek. 

Die leit sie gucke orrick kalt. 

Zum off'e gehne g'\Aiss, 
So g'schwindt sie kumme in des house, 

Zu waerme haend un' fuess. 

Die Erd dragt now ihr winter glaed, 

Sie guckt so ziemlich weiss; 
'S is 'm doeh ebmols ferlaed, 

Weil ivver ail is ice. 

Die Baehm sie stehne bloss yetzt doh, 

Sie hen abglaegt ihr suht. 
Gar nix so schoe un' herrlich guckt, 

Als wie 's im summer duht. 
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186 DER WINTER. 

Ihr leit guckt yusht a' mohl dort nouse 
Guckt yusht a' mohl wie 's schneed ! 

Die flocke falle dick un' storrick, 
Giick, wie der wind sie weht ! 

TJn' now guckt ause for schlitta bahn, 

Die belle rapple shun ; 
Do kummt 'n schlitta, un' er stupp'd ! 

Yah, feel als stuppe duhn. 

Die leit sie b'suehe fleisich mich, 

In meinere kranket dob, 
Sie troeste mich, sell is gewiss, 

Was bin als so froh. 

Der winter uft mols draurig scheint, 

Uft mols mer fuehlt alleh; 
Wann Jesus awer bei uns is, 

JSToh is keh drauer meh. 

Sei Herrlichkeit umringet uns 
Un' fillt des Hertz mit Fraed. 

O, luss uns endlech drage doch 
Des schoene Himmel's Glaed ! 

Un noh keh kaelt mer fuehle meh. 



In sellere schoene welt, 
Der Koerper ruhet im dem Grab, 
Die Sael in Gottes zelt. 



DER ALT WEIDE BAHM FOR'M HOVSE. 187 



itr Jilt mdk §aljm iox'wx "^am. 

GTJCKT yusht a'mohl znm feiishter nouse 
Sheer grad am unere eck fum house, 
Dort steht der alte Weide noch, 
So gross, so stattlich, im' so hoch. 

Er awer aufangs g'faehrlich is, 
Im stamm hut er'n grosser riss, 
']^ storricke kett ihn zsamme halt, 
Dass er net uf der bodde fait. 

My grand dad hut for fufzich yohr, 
Ihn shun geplantzt, un' sell is wohr; 
Doh brauch mer gar net wunere dann 
Dass er shun hut 'n holer stamm. 

'jST grosse aelt for'n bahm sell is, 

Net feel gebts so, sell is gewiss; 

']^ manicher storm hut er dorch g'macht, 

Uft geshittled dass er hut gekracht. 

Ich hoff er mauk noch laste long, 
Uft is mers awer orrick bang 
Dass net raeh long kann halte ouse, 
Der g-ross alt Weide Bahm form house. 



188 DER ALT WEIDE BARM FORM HOUSE. 

Er guckt net alleweil so schoe, 
Fun selwer duht sell sich fersteh, 
For abgeblaecht is now sei glaed, 
Un er eb loog gans bios doh steht. 

Im summer awer is sei zeit, 
Bewunnert werd er fun die leit, 
Warum er guckt so frisch un greeh, 
Dess kenne sie begreife neeh. 

'N seboener shatte macht er doh, 
Beweiss mer dass sell is net so, 
Forn kueblere stub, sell is gewiss, 
Wie meine net zu finne is. 

'N manicher ruhget unner ihm, 

Wann mobl die bitz is gross un' scbliram, 

Bis er sich bissel ab gekueblt, 

Bis er erfriscbt un' staerricker fuehlt. 

Un' in seim shatte 's fieh ah uft 
Sich duht fersommle, wass 'n stuft! 
For aehns stost dob uns anner dort 
Dass ich recht froh bin wanns geht fort. 

'S hut ah als recht feel voegel druf, 
Bis in der top sie gehne nuf, 
Un' ibrer neshter baue doh, 
Un' laege ihrer oyer nob. 



'S GLATT ICE. 189 

'S is Eoch so 'n anre glaener driip, 
Mit so mah grosse dieke kup, 
Der dob uf English screech-owl haest, 
Der midde drin hut ah sei nesht. 

Die glaene buwa ruppe ab 
Die greene weide mit 'm lab, 
Un' mitte wippe spiele sie, 
Un' dreive uft ah mit die kueh. 

Die weide schwaeve hie un haer, 
Mit draurigkeit sin glawde schivaer, 
Tins lehre sie 'n lesson schoe, 
Dass mil* uns moege biege meh. 

Now noch 'n word fiim Weide Bahm, 
Nob will ich scbweige wann ich kann, 
Forn bild der demuth steht er dob, 
Dass mir for Gott uns neige so. 



'S m\\ let 

WAS ubplesseerlicb wetter doch, 
So wars sheer gar die letscht gans 
woch, 
'S hut a'mol g'rejert s'naegshtmol g'schneed 
Ach sis 'm ah eb mols ferlaed ! 



190 'S GLATT ICE. 

Am DiiDnersdag nacht 's g'reyert hut, 
'S is alles zsamme g'frore noht, 
Un sidder hen mer glatt-ice doh, 
Ich hab noch nie nix g'sehne so. 

Die Baehm was sie so glitzerich sin. 
In fact mer mehnts waer silver drin, 
Wann sell so waer, dann denk ich net 
Dass feel meh ice mer sehne det. 

For yeders waer am picke dann, 
Un' net yusht merely for die fun, 
For ihre gaelt seek mache foil. 
Was waere sie doch all so wohl. 

Ich hab yusht now an eppes denkt 
^S hut mich ah shun genunk gekrenkt, 
Seht seller Weide Bahm dort drouse, 
Sheer grad am unere eck fum house ! 

Guckts net erbaermlich um ihn haer, 
Mit glatt-ice er is glawde schwaer, 
Er hut's net kenne stande meh, 
Daehl fun die nesht hen muesse geh. 

'S gracht now, un' aener runner is, 
^S gracht widder, 'n anere kummt gewiss, 
'S gracht als, ich ferricht sie gehne all 
Wanns wetter sich net ennert bal. 



DER ALT SCHOCKLE STVHL. 191 

Er giickt net gans so stattlich meh, 
Er giickt net gans so gross un' schoe, 
Das wie er hut die anner woch 
Wu'r all sei nesht hut katte noch. 

Die paershing un' die aepple Baehm, 
Sie werklich all feel glitte hen, 
Doh brecht 'n nasht 'n annere dort, 
So maehts shun sidderm Fridag fort. 

Doeh guckt 's ah recht huebscb un' nice 
Wann all die Baebni sin so foil ice — 
'S erinnert 'm ans Himmelreich, 
Wu alles is in schoeheit gleich. 

Forn bild der reinbeit is 's dob, 
In fact, mer kenne sebne nob, 
Dass unser Hertz' so rein muss seib, 
Wann in des Reich mer welle neib. 

January 4, 1869. 



g^r Jilt Sd]0cfek Stal]l ' 

DER alt scbockle stubl, er stebt als noch 
In meiner stub, dort an der deer, 
Wann ich drab guck, was dubt er docb 
So feel zum denke bringe niier ! 



192 DER ALT SCHOCKLE STUHL. 

For an my mommy denk ich noh, 
Wie is in Yorrick gauge sie; 

Hut ihn gekouft, bal dreisich yohr, 
Sell dulin ich ah fergesse nie. 

In fact ich waes 's ynsht so gnht, 

Das wann 's geshter g'happened waer, 

"Wie sie is kumme mit ^m stuhl^ 
Grad an der garte-fence dort haer. 

Hut uf die borch ihn anne g'stellt, 
Der baese grickt, ihn abgekaertj 

l^oh. hut sich druf g'huckt, ihn broweert, 
Un' kenns fun uns war sell ferwaehrt. 

Was alles sich ferrene duht I 

Un' was die zeit so g'schwindt fergeht! 
^Qi meh im schockle stuhl sie huckt, 

Net meh ihr liebreich g'sicht mer seht. 

Shun meh als zwansich yohr im Grab 
Ihr Koerper frei fun schmaertze ruht, 

Ihr Sael ich hoffe gluecklich is, 
Un' immer g'niest des ewig guht. 

My fodder hut noch ihrem dot, 

Der gross alt stuhl noh immer g'used, 

Wann er als kumme is ins house, 
Hut er als immer ihn gechoosed. 



DER ALT SCHOGKLE STUHL. 193 

Ich kann ihii sehne sitze druf, 

In seine letschte dage noch, 
Als mit 'm stock in seiner hand, 

Wie alt un' mager guckt er doch. 

Sis now sheer gar nine monet shun 

Der dotes engei kumme is, 
Un' hut ihn g'rufe week fun uns, 

Sell war'n harter Btraech gewiss ! 

Naevvich der mommy ruht er now 

In sellem Gottes-acker dort, 
Shraegs fun der Kreutz Creek Kerrich nuf, 

Uft denk ich doch an seller ort ! 

Keh fodder un keh mutter meh, 
Der schockle stuhl besitze duht, 

Un' kenns fun ihne huckt meh druf, 
Un kenns meh fillt des Hertz mit muth. 

Der schockle stuhl recht lodderich war, 
'N grosse yacht hut er als g'macht ; 

Un wann die leit sich hen druf g'huckt 
Was hut er doch ebmols gekracht ! 

Zum schreiner hen ?ner ihn noh g'schickt 
Un g'fixed hut er ihn yusht fii'St-rate, 

Er is so guht wie 'n neuer stuhl, 

'S branch 'm net sei mit ihpa ferla^d- 
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194 DER ALT SCUOCKLE STUHL. 

Der schockle stuhl er kaert dow mei, 
XJn' dob is gar keh streites drin ; 

Uf unsere fendyu bab 'n g'kouft, 
Mit ibm icb gubt zufriede bin. 

Icb waes net was die ursacb is, 
Un' awer sell is werklicb so, 

Dass wann icb an ibn giicke dub 
Awbaemle dubt micb eppes nob. 

Sis eppes lieblicbs um ibn rum, 

- Docb kennt icb niemand sage was. 
Ferleicbt weil er der eltere war, 
Was now mei awge werre nass ! 

Uft weine muss icb sell is wobr, 

Mei Hertz was dubts mer docb so web 

Wann icb drab denk der stubl is lebr, 
Mei eltere kann net sebne meb. 

Der gross alt stubl icb ebre will, 
So long icb lewe dub un' kann, 

Mei wuencbes is dass nocb meim dot, 
Des wu 'n guckt, dubts nemlicb dann. 



S HIMMLISCH HAEMWEH. 195 



'S Jimmlisd] fjamto^ 

OLXJSS mich geh ! yah, luss mich geh 
Noch meinere Haemet zu, 
Wu leid dort drova, ach wie schoe ! 
Ich moecht gern in die ruh. 

Die welt uft mols is mier ferlaed, 

Uft mols ich draurig bin ; 
For sis nix doh dass gebt mer Fraed, 

Ich nix als druvil fin. 

O luss mich geh ! schwach is mei Hertz, 
Yah, luss mich geh dorthie — 

Wu ich bin frei fum suende schmaertz, 
Wu is keh kummer nieh. 

O was 'n gross Herrlichkeit ! 

O was 'n schoener ort! 
O was 'n agenehme zeit 

In sellere Haemet dort ! 

Wu Jesus immer bei uns is, 

Wu is keh drauer meh ; 
Dort alles Froelich is gcwiss, 

Luss mich dort anna geh. 



196 'S HIMMLISCH HAEMWEH. 

Yah, luss mieh geh, un' geh ich duh, 
Now mit meh frischa muth, 

Der weak nocli meinere Haemet zu 
Wu is mei Ewig guht. 

For yusht 'n armer Erde-Kloss 

Bin ich in derer welt, 
Un' finne kann keh rechter trost 

Bis dort im Himmelszelt. 

O luss mieh geh ! ich bin bal dort 
Bal dort am Goldne dohr, 

Wu neih geht an den Fraede ort, 
Wu singt der Engel clior. 

Horrich ! ihr suesser g'sang ich haer, 

Horrich! wie agenehm, 
Ich wut bei ihne ich shun waer, 

Ich wut ich waer da Haem. 

For was ich doh ferlora hab, 

Ich dort expect to seh, 
Dort is keh staerwes un' keh Grab 

Un' ah keh abschied meh. 

Wann ich dort bin wie Fraede foil 
Waer ich dann immer sei, 

Die Lebes Kron ich drage soil 
Soil ruehme uhne schei. 



HAEB AM FELSA DICH. 197 



The following stanzas in Pennsylvania Dutch, 
were written by request of a friend. 

OBRUDER haeb am Felsa dich ! 
Dieg'fohr is noch, wie g'ferrichterlich, 
Wann du dei halt setsht lusse geh, 
Wie kenntsht du noh for Gott besteh. 

Der Pels is Jesus, un wie wohr ! 
Er kann dich halte in der g'fohr, 
Er kann dir helfe, un Er will, 
Wann du yusht Ihm dutsht halte still. 

Wann storm dich shun umringe duht 
Geb yusht net uf, fass frischer muth, 
Un' wanns dir ah eb mols werd bang, 
Haeb fesht 's kann net laste long. 

O fesht am Felsa bruder halt! 
For Jesus hilf sie kummt now bait, 
Sie gar net weit meh ab kann sei, 
Fun suende Er kann mache frei. 

Un wanns net noch deim wuensches geht 
O luss 's dir net sei ferlaed ! 
Denk immer 'swerd sich mache so, 
Dass endlich ah dei Hertz werd froh. 

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198 VOCAL MUSIC. 

Haeb fesht am Felsa bruder heit, 
For now is noch die Gnade-zeit, 
Er kann dir helfe, in der noth, 
O ward net bis ^s is zu spoth ! 

For Jesus Er dei zuflucht is, 
Un' Er dich liebt sell is gewiss, 
TJn' Er ah helft eb long fergeht, 
O bruder was ^n grosse Fraed ! 



WIE soothing vocal music is ! 
Wie herrlich un wie schoe ! 
'S macht ^m sei Hertz gewiss recht weit, 
'S mach kummer ah fergeh. 

Ich selwer net feel singe kann, 

Un' sell confess ich ah, 
Mei brusht is schwach mei odem kortz, 

Noh bin ich net feel drah. 

Die leit sie kurame awer haer 

Die buwe un' die maed, 
Sie singe all so agenehm, 

'S fiUt als mei Hertz mit Fraed. 



VOCAL MUSIC. 199 

Sie stehoe um der dish dort rum, 

Daehl hucke sicb ah hie, 
Un^ hen die buecher in da haend 

Wie lieblich singe sie ! 

Ich sauk dir awer eppes now 

Un' des is werklich so, 
Mei fav'rite leeder hab ich ah 

Wu mache mich als froh. 

"Angels Welcome" is aehns dafun, 

Laes yusht a' mol sell leed, 
Wie troestlich sin die worte doch! 

Der tune is ah complete. 

" Eest for the Weary " kummt noh's neagsht, 

Was is sell doch so schoe ! 
For alle mol ich 's haere duh, 

Duhts mich encouraga meh. 

Bncouraga meh zu liebe Gott, 

For ruh bei Ihm ich fin; 
Eb long forgeht ich hoff zu set 

Wu die Erlaeste sin. 

Sie all so Herrlich singe dort, 

Dort is keh schwachheit's schmaertz, 

Sie preise Grott, yah, immerfort 
Dort is keh draurig Hertz. 



200 VOCAL MUSIC. 

Sin noch feel meh ich gleiche duh, 

Sie net all nenne kann, 
Die mier feel trost als spreche zu, 

Wie saelich feel ich dann! 

Ihr liebe leit ich dank euch all 
Dass ihr mich b'suchet duht, 

Un singt so lieblich als for mich, 
Sell gebt mier friseher muth. 

Wann ended unser Lebespfad, 
Mier nemme abschied doh, 

O luss uns dann in friede geh ! 
For glaecklich sin mer noh. 

Un' singe immer all zu gleich, 

Un' Lowe Gottes Suh, 
Dort speere mier keh noth un Quail, 

Dort sin mer in der ruh. 



